Detention of course

Lauren's fingers fluttered uselessly over her bare breasts—too small to actually cover the pert peaks—while Melissa forgot her chest, her hands between her thighs, her small, delicious breasts in plain view. Their knees knocked together in panicked synchronization, Lauren's curvy frame pressing against Melissa's leaner silhouette. The sight was something to behold - the two beautiful teens completely unclothed and failing comically to cover much of their mouth-watering bodies.

"Princ-Principal Lee, we weren't—" Lauren stammered, her green eyes wide, the words dissolving into a hiccup that made her bare chest jiggle alarmingly.

Melissa's pale hands hovered over her exposed thighs like malfunctioning windshield wipers. "It was just—we didn’t mean to—we got a little carried away.” Her voice cracked on the last word, her gaze darting to stidy the floor.

John held up a hand, his palm facing the ceiling tiles rather than risk another eyeful of bouncing anatomy. "As far as I know, this is a first offense for both of you. So I’ll go easy," he gritted out, his voice impressively steady given the circumstances. "Detention. Eight AM to noon." His index finger jabbed toward the weekend dates etched into his mental calendar. "Every Saturday and Sunday for four weeks."

Lauren's breath hitched with relief. "Th-thank you, Principal Lee," she managed, her tanned shoulders slumping forward in a move that only succeeded in emphasizing her cleavage further.

John stepped outside the bathroom door. Through the door, he heard frantic whispering and the rustle of fabric. His cock twitched traitorously against his thigh - the image of Melissa kneeling naked between Laurens spread thighs, their tight young pussies on display, popping back into his mind.

When the door creaked open, Lauren emerged first with her dress straps crooked. Melissa trailed behind, her normally sleek ponytail now somewhat lopsided, the scent of vodka and arousal still clinging to them both.

”Let’s go, back to the gym,” John ordered through clenched teeth, falling into step behind them. His eyes stayed firmly on the back of Lauren's neck—not her swaying hips, not the way her dress gaped slightly where she'd buttoned it wrong. Definitely not the fresh love bite peeking above Melissa's collar. The bass from the gym grew louder with each step, thumping in time with his pounding headache.

Melissa tripped over her own feet near the water fountain. John caught her elbow automatically, his palm meeting warm bare skin. She flinched like he'd branded her. "S-sorry," she stammered, her pale cheeks flushing.