She took another swallow of the beer and sat down on the desk as the drugsbegan to take their desired effect. Slowly, but inevitably, she felt the nowfamiliar fog gradually envelop her brain, disassociating herself from her body.Just as inevitably, she felt the warm tingling begin in her groin and thenspread steadily upwards into her breasts. One more drink and then she put thetop back on the thermos; it was already over half empty, and she still had asession with the Schaefer brothers later that afternoon. Normally she wasn’tworried about running out, but it had been a busy day; Pat Saunders had fuckedher up the ass in the woods out behind the playing field on the way to schoolthat morning, and Neil had forced her to give him a blow job under a desk inthe Study Hall over lunch. Neither had counted. Just as Tim and Dennis wouldn’tcount. Just as the Schaefer’s wouldn’t count.
The feelings of arousal began to increase. She looked over at the clock,impatient. What was keeping them? If they didn’t come soon, she would be latefor the Schaefers. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through her body atthe thought of the two obese brothers. They were disgustingly fat and stupid,but they could sure fuck! Stacy hung her head in shame as she remembered herslutty behaviour at their place last weekend, but she couldn’t help it. She wasstill being blackmailed by Gary and his friends, and it was the drugs whichmade it possible for her to carry out her orders. She couldn’t help it if shewas turning into a slut. But the Schaefers…
Stacy glanced back up at the clock. Still no sign of the boys. She reacheddown, hiked up her short skirt and began to rub her fingers over her barepussy…
"Have you seen Stacy?"
Gary looked at his watch and smirked.
"It’s Friday," he answered. "She should be taking care of the her Rec classstudents right about now."
"Oh, right," Sharon nodded, feeling dumb. Stacy had been having afternoon fucksessions with those two guys in her class for months now. She would have tocall her later.
"Well, how about Karen?" she asked. "I’ve got to confirm things for thefootball party next weekend. She has to make sure Ashley is available."
"I haven’t… oh, there she is."
Gary pointed towards the far end of the hallway. Karen had just come around thecorner, followed closely by Ashley. The two girls seemed to be having somethingof an argument. Ashley seemed to be almost in tears about something. A fewseconds later, Karen said something and pointed towards a side room - thebiology lab. Ashley shook her head at first, but complied a few moments later,entering the room. Karen followed, shutting the door behind her.
Sharon started walking down the hall towards the room, but Gary grabbed her armand steered her to a different door.
"What are you doing?"
"There’s a storage room with a small window leading into the biology lab," heexplained. "We can get into it through here." He led her across a differentclassroom and through a doorway in the rear.
"Let’s see what’s happening."
Mr. Edgar wandered about, confused and lost in the seemingly endless maze ofnarrow hallways behind the school gymnasium. As a math teacher, he had foundlittle reason to venture into this part of the school in the past, and he washaving more than a little difficulty trying to locate Mr. Sprauge, the footballcoach. The two teachers were in the course of their yearly argument regardingacademic eligibility and certain members of the football team. This year,Sprauge was particularly upset about the failure of his star receiver tosuccessfully complete Mr. Edgar’s remedial math course, and was making lifedifficult for the entire faculty. Edgar was willing to compromise, but he hadto find the football coach first.
The portly teacher came to a short hallway which ended in a closed door. Itlooked like an office. He ambled down it and, hoping to find someone to helphim out, pushed open the door. He poked his head in to look around and his jawdropped open with amazement. Sitting on the edge of the desk was StacyRichards; the beautiful, blonde Stacy Richards who had done so well in his mathclass last term (highest marks ever!). The Stacy Richards who had sat in thefront row of the class each Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning, with hergolden blonde hair and her angelic green eyes…
She wasn’t looking quite so angelic now.
She had hiked up her short, white skirt, exposing her naked crotch and wasbusily rubbing her left hand up and down over her pussy lips. Mr. Edgar couldsee moisture glistening in the thatch of blonde pussy hair. As he watched, shebunched three fingers together and began to slide them in and out of her wetpussy. Her right hand was similarly occupied with her breasts, which were moreor less fully exposed through the unfastened buttons of her blouse. Shealternately cupped, squeezed and pinched her tits, paying particular attentionto the firm nipples. Stacy’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed and herslightly lips parted as she masturbated.
The shocked math teacher froze, paralysed with indecision. What to do? Shouldhe rush in and put a stop to this outrageous behaviour? His mind said yes, buthis quickly hardening cock argued otherwise. This situation could easily bemis-interpreted; the wave of politically correct hysteria presently sweepingthrough the schools could see him losing his position as a teacher at even theslightest hint of impropriety. Best not to go in, he decided. He could alsoslip away quietly, ignoring the incident altogether. His timid nature preferredthis course of action, but he found that he was unable to draw himself awayfrom his viewpoint in the doorway. He watched as Stacy brought herself closerand closer to an orgasm. What should he do? Best to slip away quietly, hefinally decided.
Mr. Edgar turned to leave, but just as he did, he heard footsteps behind himmoving closer. Sounded like students. Caught! Panicked, he looked around; therewas nowhere to go except…
Stacy felt the pleasure from her masturbation just begin to crest over into anorgasm when she heard a noise at the door. It must be Tim and Dennis. Despiteher situation, she found herself welcoming their presence. She was so hot…
She opened her eyes. OMIGOD!! It was Mr. Edgar, the math teacher. All feelingsof arousal fled instantly as she froze in shock. What was he doing here? Howlong had he been watching? Had he seen…
Recovering the power of movement, she quickly allowed her short skirt to falldown over her crotch, and - wiping her hand on her skirt to clear away thepussy juices - she pulled shut her blouse.
She watched as Mr. Edgar quickly shut the door behind himself and moveduncertainly towards her, his face flushed. He looked angry, or… something.
"M-mr. Edgar," she stammered, "I… I didn’t know t-that…"
Gary, moving slowly and quietly, brought his face up the small window set inthe door between the biology lab class and the science storeroom. He peeredthrough, and, a few seconds later, gestured for Sharon to join him at thewindow. Inside the biology lab, Karen and Ashley were talking, maybe arguing.Ashley was standing on one side of the room with her arms crossed in front ofher, looking away from Karen, who was leaning up against a lab table on theother side of the room. Gary and Sharon could just hear their voices, but theywere unable to make out any words, as the thick door effectively muffled thesound.
Ashley sounded angry. From where they watched, the two observers could seetears in her eyes. The beautiful brunette turned briefly to spit something outat Karen and then turned away again. Karen, on the other hand, was speakingslowly and soothingly; she seemed to be repeating herself over and over again.