Calculated Revenge

That night, Lesley experienced her first ever wet dream. Ironically, it was also the first ever dream of lesbianism, and this only added to the alarmingly high amount of confusion Lesley felt over her past 24 hours. As she turned her head to hit the snooze button one last time, she saw it. The key.
The key that she had had no real reason for taking but that every impulse had forced her to grab. What good could she possibly create with that key? ..Or evil.
But why would she want to do that? She loved Ivanka.
“I love her,” she whispered, “I love her.” She didn’t truly believe it, but she couldn’t explain why the words were coming out of her mouth. All she knew was that the night before had given her the best orgasm she had ever experience, and it only left her wanting more.
But why then, would she want to bring evil to this friend. This lover..
That day, Lesley felt unusually horny and felt absolutely compelled to dominate Ivanka. And she wanted it bad.
So during their math class, Lesley followed Ivanka to the bathroom. As she entered, Lesley pushed her up against the wall, and said, “Shut up, I’m gonna make your dreams come true.” And with that, she locked the door behind her and began undressing the foreigner.
“Lezlee, we can’t do zis here. Sumvun will walk--,” began Ivanka, but her attempted objection was stifled by an uncontrollable moan as Lesley began to indulge in her. “Don’t stop Lezlee, I vant us to be dirtier zan zis bathroom.”
And that only fueled Lesley’s fire, and she began attacking Ivanka with passion and power. And every time Ivanka moaned, Lesley went harder. Faster.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
Until..
With a knock at the door, their worlds crumbled, “Hello, who is in there?” asked a familiar voice.
“It’s heem,” whispered Ivanka. But Lesley already knew. Her plan had worked. She had purposefully left the class right after Ivanka to make Mr. Gribbin wonder and force him to go look for them. To look for something she knew he wouldn’t want to see.
“Who is in there? I heard..noises,” he said.
Ivanka had a look of complete terror juxtaposed against the look of menacing satisfaction but also unfulfilled sexual desire on Lesley’s freckle covered face.
“Vat do we doo?” asked the foreign nymph.
“This,” stated the confident seductress.
And with that, she dressed Ivanka and calmly opened the door. Without a word to her teacher, she grabbed her lesbian lover’s hand and confidently walked back to class. When she reached the door, and she knew Mr. Gribbin was watching, she grabbed Ivanka’s head and passionately pulled it towards hers while she tasted the sweet, sweet tongue of everlasting youth and beauty. With a darting glance to Mr. G, she suggestively winked and turned to the room.
“Ivanka, wait,” exclaimed Mr. Gribbin. And Lesley spun around so quickly she almost fell over. “I need to talk to you for a second,” he continued. Lesley looked once at Mr. Gribbin and then at Ivanka. The terror was overtly evident in Ivanka’s eyes and with the trembling of every muscle and bone in her body. “Lesley, you can go back in the room. I just have to have a quick word with Ms. Wescotlia,” he said coldly and with a head nod gesturing Lesley to the room.
The rage in Lesley had caused her face to turn as fiery red as her hair, and she turned and entered the room. But she stopped just on the other side to listen to what was said.
“You. Me. My office at lunch,” he said to Ivanka. The tone was indecipherable. She couldn’t quite figure out with what emotion he was saying it, but she knew what emotion she was feeling. She had done everything she wanted to. It had gone perfectly. She had forced him to discover her and Ivanka in a situation that had had to make him jealous. She had tasted the forbidden fruit once again. It had been a perfect plan, until he had seemingly not fallen for the trap. No. He must have. She saw that look in his eyes.
But then, why? Why had he gone for her instead? She had no idea. But one thing was for certain. She would win this battle, by any means necessary..