What's next?
Find out Allison is missing
You gathered up yours and Allison's things to move on to fourth period, which you shared with Allison. But when you arrived at the classroom, she wasn't there. You did see Beth, who hurried to you before class to tell you that Allison left school. "She was really upset about something, but wouldn't tell me why. Did anything happen third period? I thought you two would be in the library."
You groaned. "It's fine. I'll talk to her."
But it was anything but fine. Knowing that she'd cut class brought up all your frustrations again about how to even deal with her. What did she need? Distance? Less distance? A conversation? Thinking of Megan, you considered the possibility that your mom just needed a good stiff dicking down. She was a teenager again, after all, and Allison's libido was well above average. Maybe Mom just wasn't dealing with it very well.
Well, she could deal with it on her own. She probably didn't want to see you, anyway.
But already, your thoughts of your mom as Allison "dealing with it" were getting you worked up. You knew she kept a whole collection of sex toys and accessories hidden in her room. The possibilities for how she might "deal with it" herself were varied and numerous. All of them painfully arousing for you to picture. And you could picture them. Perfectly clearly.
Something snapped in you, then. You needed to do something proactive about your problem, and from where you were standing you had exactly two options:
Find Allision and fuck her until she's more agreeable, or reach out to Megan to blow off some much needed steam.
Either way, something needed to be done, and immediately.