Ignore it. She’s just trying harder to make you blush since it isn’t as easy as it used to be. It’s a lot easier to get you hard though.

“You’re very weird Abbie,” you say as you laugh and get out of the car. You have to hold your backpack in front of you as you walk into the school. Then for most of the morning.

When you catch up with Tracey and Leah at lunch, you tell them. “I’m gonna need your help with something, ladies.” You move aside the backpack to let them see the tenting denim. They grin wide at each other. “Which girls’ restroom is the least busy? We’ll go there.” The girls agree that the restroom near the auditorium and band room would be quietest this time of day. You take Leah’s hand and walk in that direction.

“Tracey, you don’t mind being lookout this time, do you? I’ll make it up to you later, but we’re still keeping to the plan that everyone should think PPA is my girlfriend.”

Tracey smiles. “I don’t mind at all. I’m very excited to find out how you’re going to make it up to me though.” After a short pause, she asks, “PPA?”

“Short for Pocket Piece of Ass,” you explain. Leah beams at that.

Tracey purses her lips. “PPA is kinda awkward. What if you said it like Peppa? Like Peppa Pig.”

You and Leah both shake your heads.

“I’m not going to call a black girl Peppa. It sounds, you know… like it might be perceived as… maybe just a tiny… liiittle bit… incredibly racist!” You laugh. “Plus then I’d have to call you Salt and wear a pimp hat with a feather or something.”

Leah snorts at that. “You are such a doofus sometimes, Trace.” Leah pokes her girlfriend in the ribs.

You say, “You know, I think Peep works.” You hug Leah against your side. “You’re a soft sweet little treat. Plus I can say it in public without getting canceled.”

“I like that,” Leah says and hugs you back.

It’s relatively empty during lunch. Tracey ducks into the girls’ bathroom and then sticks her head out. She waves you in. “It’s clear,” she says quietly.

You and Lean hurry into one of the stalls. Tracey says, “I’ll knock if I see someone coming and try to stall them.” She steps out the door into the hall.

You unzip your fly and wrestle your rock-hard cock out. Leah drops to her knees and wraps her lips around the head. She suckles gently, bobs her head slowly, and strokes her hand up and down your shaft. The feeling is amazing, you’re just as sensitive and aroused as you were by Tracey’s blowjob yesterday, but you can tell you could just hold at that level of excitement forever if you wanted to. It never feels like you’re in danger of losing control, no matter how cute Leah’s lips look while they slide over the ridge of your glans, over and over, or how soft and slippery her tongue feels sliding over the sensitive little triangle on the underside of your cock where the head meets the shaft. You know you shouldn’t take forever though. Someone could come by anytime, and even with Tracey keeping watch, you’d be caught in the girls’ room with Leah.

“‘Ready?” you ask Leah in a hushed voice. “I’m gonna cum.”

She nods without taking her mouth away from your cock. You relax and let your cock twitch and erupt, shooting jets of your cum onto the little lesbian’s tongue. She swallows it all down.

You take her hand to help her to her feet, turn her to face the stall door, and give her ass a playful spank. She lets out an excited squeak. “Good girl,” you tell her.

“Thank you… Boss,” she says, uncertainly trying out Tracey’s pet name for you. It doesn’t sound like it works as well coming from her, and she wrinkles her nose. “For everything… the nickname, the compliment, the spank, but especially for your cum.” She turns back to face you and snuggles against your chest. “It was delicious. I could get addicted to it.”

You kiss the top of her head. “You already are, Peep. I put a spell on you to make sure of it, remember?” You laugh and lead her out of the stall.

Tracey is waiting out in the hall. The girls hug, giggle, and whisper to each other.

The rest of the day, you keep your eyes down, trying not to see anything that would set off another boner. You do pretty well until English class when Tracey sits next to you. You can smell her body wash. Then as you’re paying attention to Ms. Fellows’ lecture, the teacher casually brushes her hair back behind her ear in a way that shows off her slim, elegant neck. You don’t think there’s anything particularly sexual or erotic about the gesture, but your cock disagrees, and comes to stiff attention. You sigh to yourself.

You’re holding your backpack in front of you again as you head out of the classroom. In the hall, you ask Tracey, “Is your mom working from home again today?”

She nods, “Yeah. Sorry Boss, we can’t all get our freak on at my house.”

“I’ll still come by. Peep got her vitamin D already today, you still need some attention,” you tell her. You don't mention that you're also coming to collect her mom as your next enchanted ****.

The blonde girl smiles, “You’re the best, Boss, always considering the welfare of us poor mind-whammied sex slaves.” Her voice doesn’t sound nearly as sarcastic as you think it could, given the situation. It’s hard for you not to kiss her when you say goodbye, but you’re still keeping up appearances of being with Leah.

You get home and Abbie’s car isn’t in the driveway. She’s probably taking one of her final exams. Since you can’t borrow her car, you bike over to Tracey’s house. When she lets you in and calls to her mom. “It’s Dave. We’re going to study in my room.” She takes your hand and almost pulls you up the stairs. You are a little hesitant and move slowly because you want to see if Ms. Erickson comes out of her office at the mention of your name. It doesn’t sound like she does though, maybe she has to see you for the spell to go into full effect. You decide that you can have some fun with Tracey and let her mom get a little more antsy.

You close Tracey’s bedroom door and lead her to her desk. “You know, if I’m going to study effectively, I’m going to need to relax, so I can concentrate on my work.” Your hand is on her shoulder, guiding her down to the floor and under the desk. “Have any ideas how you can help with that?”

“I could massage your shoulders,” she suggests as she gets on all fours under the desk and looks up at you eagerly.

You sit down in the desk chair. “Yeah. But my shoulders aren’t tight. My jeans on the other hand…” They were uncomfortably tight. They had gotten that way on your ride over, just from thinking about having Tracey and her mom together.

“Ohhh! I can definitely help with that,” Tracey says, her voice muffled under the desk. She giggles as she works to open your jeans. You open one of her notebooks, just to keep up the appearance of roleplaying the porn scene. Soon she’s got your cock deep in her mouth. It feels like she’s trying to impress you with how deep she can take it, making **** and gagging noises.

You tug Tracey up by the hair. “It’s ok, babe, concentrate on the head.” you tell her, remembering how good Leah’s gentle sucking on it felt earlier today. You can feel her nod, and she starts smearing her lips and tongue around the head of your cock, while she pumps your shaft vigorously. “Mmmmm… good girl,” you tell her and her hand squeezes just a little tighter on your cock.

You think that you probably could fuck her in her bed today. Even if her mom catches you, she’ll be ok with it now. You push back from the desk and bend over to whisper to her. “I want your pussy, and I want you to keep quiet while I fuck you. Can you do it?”

Your fucktoy looks up at you, her eyes big and pleading. You can’t tell if she’s pleading for you to do it, or not to do it because scared she won’t be able to make you happy by staying quiet. Maybe a little of both. “I… can try. I’ll shove my face in a pillow.”

Tracey climbs out from under the desk, reaches up under her skirt to tug her panties down, and drops them to the floor. She crawls onto her bed on her knees and elbows, her face pressed into a pillow, her back arched and her legs spread to raise her ass and offer her cunt to you. You don’t waste time taking her up on the offer.

You pull on a condom, then move onto the bed behind her. You press into her warm, tight sex. Your hands clench on her hips and you start to pump into her with long, slow, deep, hard, deliberate strokes that jolt her body. You can hear her squeak and gasp into the pillow as she struggles not to make any loud noises. She groans low “Nnnnnnnnghhhhh…” and her pussy clenches down hard on your cock.

When her body relaxes again, you resume your thrusts, a little faster now. You yank her back onto your cock as you rock your hips forward. she turns her head out of the pillow and pants. “Don’t think… I can… keep… quiet… anymore… sorry… Boss… so soooorryyyiieeee…” She mashes her face back into the pillow again to muffle her wail.

You figure you’ve tortured her enough, so you pull out. You tug her around by the hair. “OK, babe. Finish me with your mouth.” You lean back in the bed.

Tracey yanks the condom off your cock and pounces on it. Slurping you into her eager mouth. Soon she’s slobbering and bobbing fast.

“I’m gonna cum now,” you whisper to her. She pulls back so just the head is in her mouth, and your cum pumps out as she strokes the shaft with her tight fist.

When you’re done, Tracey gulps your load down, then lays back on the bed, breathing heavily. “We gotta find a more private place, Boss,” she puffs.

“I’m ahead of you. I’m working on it, babe,” you tell her. You zip up. “I’m going to go grab a glass of water. You stay here and relax. Want me to bring you back some?”

She smiles wide. “You’re sweet. Yes please, I need to hydrate after that. I thought the **** was supposed to fetch drinks for the master.” She giggled.

You shrug. “I could stand to stretch my legs a bit,” you say and wink at her. You head downstairs and find the kitchen, then search for the right cabinet to find a glass. You fill it from the water filter on the fridge, drink it down, then fill it up again for Tracey.

On the way back to her room, you pass by Ms. Erickson’s office. You step inside. “Hello Mrs. Erickson,” you say.

Tracey’s mom barely looks up from her computer. “Oh. Hello… it’s Dave, right?”

You nod. “Yes. I just… um.. wanted to say hi, since I didn’t get a chance to when I came in.” You’re a little confused that she isn’t reacting more strongly.

She nods, “That’s very polite of you, but not necessary. Tracey’s friends come and go all the time when I’m working.”

“I understand, I didn’t want to bother you, just let you know how much I like your daughter. I’m expecting to be around here a lot.”

At that, the beautiful blonde woman pauses her work and looks up at you. “David… you are aware that Tracey isn’t interested in you… romantically, aren’t you?”

You frown, Ms Erickson is either hiding her attraction better than Tracey or Leah could, or somehow the spell didn’t work this time. You step towards her desk as you answer her, “Yes, she told me she was gay. She said you were very supportive when she came out. I think that’s great that you were so accepting of her sexuality.” You rest your hand on her shoulder.

Ms Erickson looks up at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Anyway, since Tracey isn’t interested in men. I guess that just means I’m available for someone else.”

“David, I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation, and I have work to get done. I’d appreciate it if you just left.”