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edge of his desk, putting his eyes nearly level with the redhead. “Well, I can't speak for the rest of the staff. A lot of them are old and set in their ways.”
     
    “More like fossilized,” said Stacie from her position in the doorway.
     
    “But I won't let anyone use your...your sexual orientation as a way to mock you, any more than I would let someone make racist remarks about Jasmine or Consuela.”
     
    “I know you won't,” said Tabitha. She took another step into the room, then paused for a moment. Alan regretted the fact that his lower body was exposed. Despite jacking off less than two hours before, his cock felt swollen and heavy inside the soft cloth of his sweatpants, ready to surge erect at the slightest provocation.
     
    That's all you need. To get an erection and for these two to see it and report you. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of an excuse to quickly usher the two beautiful girls out of his office.
     
    Suddenly, Tabby moved to his side and hugged him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his arm and her muscled legs were warm at his side. Before he could react she had raised her face and kissed him on the cheek.
     
    “Thank you,” she whispered, her dark blue eyes shining. “I mean it.”
     
    Alan cleared his throat nervously. “Tabby, I appreciate your....gratitude, but this isn't really appropriate,” he stammered.
     
    “I understand,” she said softly, backing away. Although her voice was contrite, he thought he could detect the hint of a smirk in the curve of her lips.
     
    Before he could say anything else, Stacie had entered the office, which was becoming distinctly crowded.
     
    “It's really not fair,” she remarked. “I'm the one who has the hots for you, so why does she get to kiss you first?” Shouldering Tabby aside, she stepped into the vee of Alan's sitting legs, so close he could feel her small, exquisitely formed breasts through the cloth separating them. Leaning forward, she kissed him flush on the mouth, moaning softly. Her mouth opened quickly, her tongue swiping across his lips, as if she was sampling how he tasted.
     
    Unable to respond, Alan blinked as she pulled away slightly. Gasping, he realized she had one of her hands wrapped around his throbbing cock, and was softly pumping it.
     
    “I knew it,” she said in tones of complete satisfaction. “It's a big one. See, Tabby?”
     
    Tabby nodded her appreciation. “Very nice. But I don't think Mr. Glassman approves of what you're doing.”
     
    Alan came to his senses, almost panicking. “You have to leave,” he hissed. “Now. If someone saw this I'd be fired, and no school district would ever hire me again.”
     
    Stacie opened her mouth, but Alan cut her off. Gently, but firmly, he removed her hand from his shaft. “You're putting my entire future at risk, Stacie. Please stop.
     
    “Go home. This never happened.”
     
    *****
     
    After Tabby and Stacie left, Alan stumbled into the boys' locker room. Thanking whatever deities might be watching over him that he had been able to withstand the animal magnetism of the sexy young brunette, he pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his raging erection to the cool, damp air.
     
    God, it's too much. He braced one hand against a sink, the other already desperately stroking his hardness. His thumb smeared pre-come over his sensitive glans, and his knees nearly buckled with pleasure. In his mind he was reliving those too-few seconds when Stacie's slim, nubile body had been pressed against his, her small breasts touching his chest, her hot mouth, firm and eager, on his lips.
     
    How had he been able to push her away? God, her hand had been on his cock! Closing his eyes, he could remember the feel of her fingers, so gentle and loving, as she slowly pumped him, bringing to the edge of climax with terrifying speed. Did she know how close he had been? How close he had been to creaming his pants like an adolescent?
     
    He knew he should leave.