Fewer interruptions!

Knock!

Suddenly, the couple flew apart. Turning, Connor saw Alison peering through the glass panel in the door. He was conscious of how public they'd been, and how affectionate. Had Alison seen?

Joan reacted faster, and opened the door, practically pulling Alison inside.

"What? I told you to keep a look out while we talked." said Joan.

"Sure. I saw you talking!" said Alison with a giggle. Connor blushed and looked away, while Joan just took a step closer to him and hugged him possessively. "But I thought you might want to know it's ten minutes to class!"

"Oh, for... fine!" said Joan, kissed Connor once more then picked up her bag and headed out the class door. Connor watched her butt as she left, his mind a whirl of hormones and disorienting surprise. Alison made to follow, then paused and looked Connor up and down.

"Mmm... glad she's giving you some attention," said Alison in her quiet voice, "Like I said. You deserve some." Connor looked away, not willing to meet her gaze. He was very aware they were alone, and after Alison had grabbed his crotch earlier and Fern's kiss, he was almost afraid to be alone with a hot blonde.

Did I just think of Alison as hot?, thought Connor. I mean, she's not ugly, but she's not one of the school hotties. As he pondered this, staring at Alison, she stepped closer to him, her sweatshirt-clad tits almost touching his arms.

"You and Joan are great for each other," said Alison, "I want you both to be happy. I'm just saying. I'm here to help."

With that mysterious pronouncement, she bolted.