My Dad's Friend: 01

Walking into the school building, I had my earphones plugged into my ears, muting out the unwanted sounds of the buzzing school, and my hands tucked into my pockets.

I walked down the golden and white hall of my school, Cheetah's University, a place for the wealthy, a place where no one stood out from their background, and guess what...I also didn't stand out.

"Hello, Tristan."

"Hey, Tristan."

"Tristan!"

My name went on like music as I walked down the long hallways, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips. I beamed and waved, benefits of being the most powerful, popular guy on our campus...practically a celebrity if you asked me, and guess what again... I enjoyed the attention; I loved the immersion.

"Hey yo, Tristan!"

My best friend, Jarvis, suddenly appeared, sharing a manly hug as he patted my back.

"The party tomorrow night—are you in?"

I shrug at the question. One could say we were the life of the party; we were the first guests, and without us, there would be no party, and it had been that way since we attended this university. I looked at my best friend.

Jarvis, unlike me, had black hair and pale blue eyes, while I had spiky brown hair and green orbs. We shared the same height, and our bodies were fit and balanced... just as the ladies loved it, as cringy as that sounds, and I fucking love it. It’s how it’s meant to be.

"I heard Hattie is going to be there," he continued as we went in the direction of our first class.

Hattie was practically the slut of the whole school, whoring around with everyone and anyone. Jarvis literally banged her so many times that he lost count, but he still yearned for more...she had great experience in bed...he claimed, but she just wasn't my type of girl.

"... And Kerri," he added when he got no response from me about Hattie, and instantly, my interest was piqued, and I broke into a wide grin... Kerri was my type of girl: average height, thin, popped chest, curvy, and a little pale. I ran my tongue over my lips at the thought. Now that’s my type of girl. Someone who would be pressed into my bed and moan my name the whole night. Someone tighter.

"You can count me in, pal. I'm going in for someone more interesting tonight and a threesome tomorrow night." I smirked, the thought of fucking those hot girls flooding my mind.

“Alright, man,” Jarvis cheered, giving me a pat on my back before we walked into our first class for the morning.

We immediately located our usual seats in the middle of the huge class and sat down. A few girls and even guys whistled at us...but nah, I didn't do guys; that’s a rule I’m never breaking.

I acknowledge the greetings and nod my head to the sound of the sick beat blasting in through my earphones still tucked into my ears, while Jarvis immediately gets engaged in a conversation with two guys sitting beside him; we waited patiently for the teacher. He’s always been so social and a chatterbox. We are opposites of each other; maybe that’s why we are best friends.

I tsked in annoyance with my gaze fixed at the front of the class. Now, I recalled why I hated coming to campus this early: it was pretty annoying waiting for these damn teachers...they were being paid for their freaking jobs; it wouldn’t kill them to take it seriously for once, would it?

Twenty minutes went by, and the last bell for the first period rang, and an unfamiliar woman walked in, wearing a tight-sleeved shirt with the few buttons at the top opened, revealing the tip of her breasts, and a tight skirt that hugged her curved lower body, and let's not forget the way her short brown hair bounced as she walked and her grey orbs hidden behind a pair of glasses...damn, she was hot. I couldn't help the whistle that escaped my lips after my thorough examination, and the class broke into titters.

She cleared her throat, finally coming to stand in front of us. I took off my earphones and leaned my body forward with my forearms pressed on the desk. I licked my lips as my attention remained glued to her chest. She’s popped up in the front, I have to admit.

"Cam wants you to get her in bed in the next twenty hours," Jarvis's voice suddenly comes beside my ear. “Think you can do that, wolfy?”

My lips curved into a smile at the nickname. "What...24 hours?" I asked, but my eyes never once shifted from that chest, okay, that’s too perverted of me. I tore my gaze and looked at Jarvis. I smirked. "That's a short period, but I can try."

This was our normal routine in every class we had together. From the teachers to the students, we just didn't care who we bet on, as long as we got something out of it...why not? But we always made sure to keep our grades high. This school had nothing on us.

"How does he want it?" I asked, glancing at him for a second.

"A video," came Jarvis’ immediate reply.

"And what do I get?"

"You get to fuck his girlfriend," Jarvis answered, keeping his voice as low as possible.

I glanced back at him, but my gaze also landed on Cam sitting beside Jarvis, staring at me with a smirk on his face. I smirked back, accepting his challenge. I reeled back to Jarvis. This was going to be one of the easiest fucks ever. I had a lot of stamina to waste on some hotty.

"Just his girlfriend isn't enough. I want his mother.”

I smirked when Cam’s mouth dropped at my words. Did I also mention I had a thing for older women? They were even hotter and had a better experience in bed. They knew how to give heads.

Yep, I was kinky as fuck.