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Should at least hide himself in one of the toilet stalls and finish there. But his slickened fist was flying up and down the length of his phallus, and he could feel the familiar signs as his body readied itself for orgasm. His testes crept higher, the muscles of his cock tensed, and then, with a harsh groan, he emptied himself into the cold, unfeeling sink, spurts of his come shooting onto the clean white porcelain.
     
    Face burning with guilt, he quickly washed his hands and pulled paper towels out of the holder to clean his shaft. When he was done, he ran water down the sink, trying to wash away the signs of his shame. Taking a deep breath, he regarded his image in the cloudy mirror.
     
    “Never again, you idiot.”
     
    *****
     
    “Oh, God, that was hot,” Stacie moaned, as Tabitha drove her home. Her legs were spread wide in the passenger seat, and she rubbed her denim-clad crotch with her hand, reliving the moment when she had kissed Mr. Glassman.
     
    “It was,” Tabitha agreed, “but you took one heck of a risk, baby. If you don't tone it down, you're going to scare him off.”
     
    “Scare him off?” Stacie jeered. “When has a boy ever been scared off by either of us? They're all the same. Grab their cock and show them some tit and they'll go for it. All of them. He's no different.”
     
    “You think so?” her lover asked. “You have a pretty low opinion of him if you do. I don't. Who was it who made that bible-thumper Claudia run laps after she made that snotty remark today? When has any teacher done anything for me they didn't have to once I came out of the closet?
     
    “He did. He's different. So don't fuck it up, Stacie . He wants us. Or, at least, he wants me,” she dimpled. “I was the one who got him hard, after all. I know you wanted to drag his sweats off and use his cock like a stripper pole tonight, but he could have fucking destroyed you. All he has to do is report you to Tipton and you are fucked. And not in a good way. Do you know what happens to kids who try to seduce their teachers?
     
    “If you are lucky you can transfer to another school. Where everyone will see you as the tramp who tried to sleep with her volleyball coach.
     
    “If you are unlucky...” She trailed off.
     
    Stacie's look turned stubborn and she set her jaw. “I could say he was the one who tried to seduce me.”
     
    Tabitha braked for a stop light, and turned a look of blank disbelief towards her girlfriend. “And that would be better? Now you're talking about destroying his life. And who do you think will back you up? Not me,” she said, shaking her head, her red hair shifting on her shoulders. “I love you, but I'm not about to lie for you. Not about something like this.”
     
    Stacie groaned, clamping her hand between her thighs, her slick, sticky lips sliding against each other inside her jeans. “But I want him, Tabby. I want him so bad.”
     
    “I know you do,” her lover said, her voice softly sympathetic. “Trust me, I know all about wanting something that seems unattainable.” She reached out and stroked Stacie's cheek softly, the backs of her fingers tracing the curves of her face. “But I got it. And so can you. But you're going to have to do what I did.”
     
    Stacie blinked. “Invite him to a slumber party for his birthday and crawl into his sleeping bag after midnight?”
     
    Tabitha blushed, remembering that first, frantic night of love-making. “No, you dope. Make him your ally. Make him realize the benefits outweigh the risks. That he can have you. And maybe me,” she continued, drawing a startled look from the tall brunette, “As long as he trusts us to stay quiet. It worked for us. Maybe it will work with Mr. Glassman.”
     
    “I think we should call him Mr. Hardman,” Stacie giggled. She rested her head on the back of her seat. “God, you should have felt it, Tabby. Long and hard and thick and so, so warm...” she trailed off dreamily.
     
    Despite herself, Tabby