Of course I do, I'm a quick change artist.

While I put my bra and top back on, I contemplate what just happened. There was something exciting about doing the little photo shoot. It was a little weird with it being one of my teachers, but still.

I grab my belongings and leave. Perkins is deep in thought grading tests. I’m surprised he doesn’t have the camera out so he can “study” his new photos.

I walk down the hall to the front of the school and turn the corner. The hallway is empty except for Horace who apparently is afraid to wait outside for his ride. I have never heard him speak, so hearing his voice for the first time is a shock.

“Hi Riley, how did you do?”

I figure I can shock him too. Maybe it’s the excitement from going down on Perkins, or the photo shoot or a combination. I don’t know.

I tell him my grade. He doesn’t say anything. Then I get an idea in my head because there is something wrong with my head. If I’m not mistaken, this won’t take long.

I grab the waist of Horace’s pants and pull him into the men’s restroom, locking the door behind us. I hear him speak for the second time. He asks “What are you doing?”

I put my finger to his lips, unzip his pants and pull out his cock. I know this won’t take very long, and he looks like he’s had a hard day. He is shorter than Nathan and Mr. Perkins, but his girth makes up for it. There is at least an inch gap between my fingers and thumb.

His cock is like a precum fountain and I am able to build up an easy rhythm as I give him the first hand job of his life that wasn’t a solo mission. A minute later he says, “I don’t want you to see me cum.” I feel that familiar split-second stiffening in my hand and say “It’s too late.” I point his cock well away from me in time for him to blast streams of it on the restroom floor.

He stares dumbfounded. I wink at him, unlock the bathroom door and leave.

I head out the front door of the school. My work here is done.