Ask Ms. Fellows to give you and Leah time to talk to your parents before the school contacts them

“Please, Ms. Fellows. I can’t let my parents know. They’ll see me as a sinner. They’ll throw me out of the house or worse,” Peep sobs.

“I’m sure it won’t be that drastic.” Ms. Fellows replies. She continues, “I can’t just ignore…”

“Ms. Fellows,” you interrupt. “Could you give us just a day to talk to our parents about it first? Before you report us and the school contacts them? I think they would take it better if we had the chance to tell them ourselves, instead of them finding out from someone else.”

You take half a step closer to Ms. Fellows and lower your voice. “I’ve heard stories about the Samuels. How religious they are, and how strict they are with Leah. I’m kind of worried her dad might beat her if he’s blindsided by this. Please let her break the news herself.”

Leah picks up on your story and wails louder, nodding her head in agreement.

“I promise we’ll never do anything like this on school grounds again,” you add. “We’ve learned our lesson.”

Ms. Fellows draws in a deep breath and lets it out as a long sigh. “All right, I’ll wait to report this until Monday morning. That’s the most I can do.”

“Thank you,” you say, as you grab Leah’s arm and guide her out the bathroom door. “We really appreciate it. It’ll make a big difference for Leah.”

Once you’re out in the hallway, you tell the girls, “Let’s talk at lunch. Out on the field.” You all head off, with Ms. Fellows standing outside the bathroom door watching you go.

During lunch, you sit on the bleachers with the girls, and tell them, “Let’s meet eighth period at Ms. Fellows’ classroom. She usually comes in after us for our class, so I think she’s in the Teacher’s Lounge then. I want to look through her classroom to see if we can find one of her hairs. If we do, I can stop her from reporting this.”

Tracey looks at you, puzzled. “Not that I’m against adding Ms. Fellows to your collection, Boss, she’s hot — but why is it such a big deal? You got busted for making out in the girls’ bathroom. It’s not a prison sentence or anything. Detention and they tell your folks.”

Peep pouts, “Easy for you to say, your mom never punishes you. I’ll be on lockdown until graduation, having bible verses read to me the whole time. Oh fuck, I won’t have any time to be with Dave,” she says, sounding a little panicked at the last part.

“Yeah, it’s not just that,” You tell them. “My mom found the webpage with the enchantment spell open on my computer last night and it freaked her out. She was really upset by the idea that I might have been casting spells.

“From the way she was going on, I’m pretty sure she knows something about magic, and she seems dead set against me ever using it. I think I managed to convince her that I didn’t believe, and never tried the spell, but she’s suspicious. If she finds out that I was getting a bj in the girls’ room, she’ll assume I used the enchantment spell. I’m not sure what she’ll do then, but until I know what she knows and what she can do about it, I’d rather not chance it. I’m nervous about even going to the website again using my computer.”

The girls look at you wide-eyed as you tell them that your mom knows something about magic. Tracey volunteers, “At least we can go to my place this afternoon. My mom will be out showing houses.” She looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Why did you leave that page open, anyway?”

You can feel yourself blushing. “It was an accident. I was showing it to Abbie. You convinced me she should know the truth. After that, she rushed me out of the house so we could go to a motel. She pulled me out of my chair and I forgot to close the page. Mom found it while we were out.”

Tracey and Leah both grin at each other and nod their heads at your explanation.“Tracey told me what happened with your sister. I’m looking forward to meeting her. She’s coming over to Tracey’s today, right?” Leah says brightly. “It’s hard to blame her for being in a hurry. It was **** waiting until our first time,” she adds.

Tracey rubs her thighs together, “It’s no picnic waiting now, either,” she grumbles, “at least you got a taste of the Boss, Lee-Lee.”

Leah shakes her head. “It wasn’t nearly enough. I didn’t even get him to cum.” She pouts.

Hearing them complaining about how much they need your cock has it straining in your jeans. You aren’t going to risk doing anything at school though. You’ll just have to walk around with a hard-on for the rest of the school day.

You think you’re going to have to switch to wearing tight briefs and baggy pants to better conceal your incessant boners. Fuck, going to the beach in the summer is going to be awkward. Just a glimpse of girls in swimsuits is going to get you hard.

You shake your head to clear it. You’re getting off-topic. “Anyway, I want the option to enchant Ms. Fellows to keep things quiet. There are other alternatives, but I’m not a big fan of them. So we’ll check out her room and look for a hair the period before our class.” The girls nod in agreement, which was more or less assured anyway.

You skip your eighth-period class and meet Tracey and Leah at the bank of lockers outside of Ms. Fellows’ classroom. “Leah, you stay outside the door. If Ms. Fellows comes, beg her to not report you. Maybe get hysterical so she has to take you to the nurse. Tracey and I will search for one of Ms Fellows’ hairs. If she does come in, we’re just early for her class, which is less suspicious.”

Tracey grins at you. “You can be pretty devious when you have time to think, Boss. It’s a turn-on.”

You laugh as you head into Ms. Fellows’ class with her. “You know, if I was dumb as a box of rocks, you’d think that was a turn-on, too,” you point out to her.

She nods, “Yeah, you’re right, but I’m glad you’re not anyway.”

You check the closet for a jacket or hat that might have a stray hair on it, but it’s May, and the weather has been good, so there’s nothing there. Tracey opens up Ms. Fellows’s desk drawer. “Bingo! I found a comb,” she says, holding it up. She pulls a few long blonde hairs from it.

“Let’s go,” you tell her, rushing out before anyone notices you in the classroom.

Throughout English class, you get a few disappointed looks from Ms. Fellows. You can’t help thinking that you could make sure she’s never disappointed with you again. You manage to keep yourself from smiling openly at that thought though.

On the bus ride to Tracey’s, you text Abbie her address and tell her to meet you there. She texts back a thumbs-up emoji, and a link. When you click on it, it takes you to a picture of her pussy on a temporary image-hosting site.

When you get inside her house, you ask Tracey where her computer is. You want to check out the magic website and see if any spells on it can help you out of this situation. Tracey takes you to her room where her sleek laptop is sitting on a desk.

As you sit down to start it up, Tracey starts shedding her clothes. Once she’s naked, she undresses Leah. “We’re ready anytime you are, Boss,” the blonde says in a sultry voice, as her dainty white hand cups Leah’s pert, dark brown tit and kneads it. Both girls moan. Your cock throbs and leaks precum in your boxers.

“Give me a few minutes to look into this stuff,” you tell them, but you find it hard to drag your eyes away from them and back to the computer screen. They start kissing and caressing each other, since you told them they would have to wait a while for your attention. “Fuck it,” you say. Looking up spells can wait a few minutes. You head over towards Tracey’s bed where the girls are stretching out naked. They both grin wide as they see you approaching.