Gibble Gabbing

Note: I still want to get up to two chapters a week. Clearly, that hasn't happened yet. But I think I can get another chapter up later this week.

“Alright, that’s it for this week. Remember that I want to see rough drafts come Monday,” Ms. Brass announced at the end of Creative Writing. “Sean, could you stay behind for a moment?”

“Ooh, somebody is in trouble!”

“Damn, son. You got in trouble with MILF Brass? Better get on your knees and grovel. I know, I’d be willing to,” Jayden Cooke leaned over to tease his longtime friend.

“Tarver’s willing to get a spanking from Momma Brass,” Elvis added, walking past the slightly embarrassed and annoyed teen. Despite being gay, he recognized his teacher’s effect on her male students. “The question is if he has the balls to give those slaps back to that ass.”

“I’m in no rush. You want me to stay back to conduct the play-by-play?” Chris Schipper inquired. The sophomore class clown had already earned a reputation for conducting his own podcasts for the school’s sports teams. His hilarious play-by-play accounts for anything from football to tennis to swimming had developed a steady following.

“Chrissy, you need to think bigger. Ask Sean to narrate one of his trysts with Queen Bee. ‘Cause you know he must be spanking Whitney to keep her in line,” a mischievous voice teased.

“Zo, don’t start,” Sean turned around to warn his next-door neighbor, who sat behind him.

Nearby, Max Moxey and Wilbur Winkie shared a look. Will came across as shocked, while Max appeared envious. Sean, like nearly everyone in his grade, knew about the latter’s crush on Whitney. Similar to his crush on Sienna, the injured teen felt sympathy for the wide receiver. So, he didn’t want to throw his friends-with-benefits relationship in the other guy’s face.

“Should we ask the girls for insider cheer talk? I bet they got the goods on Sean and Whitney,” Robin Ridge, Zoey’s best friend, teased.

“Don’t make me move seats,” Sean threatened as the school bell rang.

A more laid-back English teacher than the younger Ms. Resto, Topaz Brass allowed her students to sit where they wanted. That, among other reasons, endeared her to students and often filled her elective classes. As the class filed out, Zoey let Sean know she'd wait outside for him. He knew Robin would wait with her.

“Sorry for the teasing,” Ms. Brass apologized before revealing just how much she overheard. “No spanking today, either.”

It took Sean a second to realize he wasn’t in trouble, as Topaz transitioned from teacher mode to just another of his mother’s friends. That led the teen to suspect she wanted to ask about Bridget.

At forty-six years old with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, very large breasts, and a curvy ass, Topaz had been a cheerleader captain in her youth. After returning to her alma mater, the relatively fresh-faced teacher helped as an assistant cheer coach before taking over as head coach the year after Sean's mom graduated. A position change that he also knew happened because of the scandals that his mom and friends caused.

An energetic, bubbly woman with beauty that still turned heads to this day, including her students, Topaz had been involved in after-school activities nonstop. Besides working as the head cheer coach, she had been the longtime advisor to The Buzzy Bee until stepping down at the conclusion of the last school year. As one of his mom’s friends, Sean knew that rumors circulating about her marriage being in trouble were true.

“I won’t keep you long. I wouldn’t want a riot from the JV cheerleaders for keeping a man such as yourself to myself,” Topaz joked. “However, seeing you in the library earlier today left me wondering something. Is that your study hall?”

“Yeah, it is,” Sean admitted. Then, he launched into the story about getting placed in shop class before ending up in Coach Thorne’s study hall.

“Fawn mentioned that you seemed bored or lonely in the library. Would you be interested in helping as a student aide? It would only be twice a week, say Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Topaz clarified hastily. “That way, you should still have a study hall in the library on the other days.”

Mulling over the opportunity, Sean thought he could manage that. He had a relatively light class load this final semester, and he liked Ms. Brass. Recalling who had been in the composition class that visited the library earlier in the day, the teen figured he had several friendly faces that might make the extra duties enjoyable.

“Sure. I can help you out.”

“Wonderful!” Topaz cheered, drawing the teen’s attention to her bouncing bosom. “We can go over the details on Monday, okay?”

Sean almost sensed a hug coming until the redhead patted his arm instead. Promising that he’d be at tonight’s game to support her charges, Sean left the classroom to find Zoey and Robin loitering out in the hallway, chatting as they scrolled on their phones. Several guys stopped by to offer a walk to their lockers, but the girls turned them down.

Despite being younger than him, Sean could understand why those guys and many more often offered to help the two sophomores. Both had easygoing personalities, unique skills, and somewhat large breasts.

A creative, imaginative girl, Zoey was open to almost any artistic endeavor possible. Formerly a junior high cheerleader, she turned down a tryout for the high school squad as the drama club, art club, and her personal projects left her with little time. Sean already knew from Whitney and the Babybees that a push to get Zoey back on the cheer squad for next year might be coming. Popular and outgoing, boys ate up her long red-brown hair, light brown eyes, medium-to-large breasts, and firm ass. Zoey also didn’t have the same body image issues as her sister. She loved her growing boobs that her family genes gave her and the attention they brought from boys.

More of a tomboy-turned-showstopper, Robin had shoulder-length, dark brown hair, almond eyes, large breasts, and a toned ass. A short, spunky girl with an easygoing personality, those large breasts on a small frame already brought out extra male fans to volleyball games, where the short girl had already proved to be exceptional. As her older sister, Ellie had been Peyton's semi-protégé, and Sean knew Robin best among Zoey's friends, which ran pretty deep.

Yet, despite the two pretty girls waiting for him, Sean felt other presences to be missing.

“I sense a disturbance in the ****.”

“Yeah, Harley sent a message. Your queen demanded every cheerleader be present immediately for a meeting,” Zoey revealed, grabbing his bag to carry.

“Kizzy has probably been scolded already for backtalking the request,” Robin giggled.

Sean struggled and failed to avoid noticing the younger girl’s large bosom, mimicking Topaz’s actions from a few minutes ago. Groaning at his growing discomfort, he asked about Zoey’s sister.

“Meeting us at your car.”

Taking a slow pace, they headed for Sean’s locker with Robin splitting toward hers with a promise to meet her friend later tonight at the game. After grabbing the books that he’d need for the weekend, they hit up the younger girl’s locker before bracing the bitter cold outside.

Fortunately, JoJo had one of Sean's spare keys on her keychain, so she went out to warm the old sedan up after driving it to school this morning. The usually attentive best friend had also pulled the car up to the front door after receiving the message from her younger sister. Sean gladly tumbled into the passenger seat while Zoey got into the back seat.

A senior with long, straight, dark-brown hair, brown eyes, large breasts, and a curvy ass. JoJo was an easygoing, laid-back girl who showed only a take-charge, competitive side on the soccer field. Body issues over her large breasts growing as an early teen have led her to be shy. A virgin until the winter break trip to Wasp Lake, she'd stayed away from dating until now, worried that boys only wanted her for her breasts. After experiencing an epic first time–and many more over the course of nearly a week–with Jared Lockett, another of their childhood friends, who had moved away to Rattle Ridge, JoJo suddenly wanted to experience more sex with a variety of guys. She also didn’t care if those potential boyfriends only wanted her for the D-cups that sat on her chest; she, too, had size expectations from her future lovers.

“Geez, your hand must be cramped from signing all those autographs,” the buxom brunette teased, pulling out of the school circle.

“Probably less than your knees,” Sean shot back in annoyance.

“It didn’t do that!” JoJo denied, causing her little sister to scoff in the backseat.

“So, Nosy Nectar lied?” her male best friend challenged.

“Technically, Nosy Nectar didn’t post that second part; a commentator did,” Zoey pointed out.

“No, Jo only got kicked out for excessive PDA with Kyler,” Sean noted.

“Alright, that part happened, but I wouldn’t do something stupid like that other thing with Kyler. He’s not Ja—He’s not special,” JoJo clarified.

“I swear, if I’m walking into a family fight, please drop me off at home right now. I don’t care, you can use my car for the night,” Sean suggested, slumping down in the seat. He didn’t like the changes happening to JoJo. To him, she would—and should–always be one of the guys, not some sexually adventurous woman.

“Dad’s not meeting us.”

“He’s not?” Zoey repeated, immediately checking her phone for any message.

“No. Dad has to stay longer at work. Mom is bringing Lemon with instead,” JoJo revealed.

Sean nodded. It made sense, as Captain Patrick Gibble of the Honey Hollow Police Department often found himself working overtime over the last few years. In fact, Sean rarely saw Mr. Gibble lately, even though they lived next door to each other.

“Your luck continues there, Sir. Dodged another bullet.”

“Don’t start with the sir crap, Zo,” Sean warned before asking about his car.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” JoJo replied, which Sean didn’t. “I wanted to run a few errands. We’re not meeting Mom at the restaurant until 4:30.”

“Sure. Where are we headed?”

“You need gas, and I want to stop at the mall,” JoJo announced.

Sean’s face scrunched up in annoyance. Ever since her deflowering, his tomboy best friend suddenly seemed to care about clothes, which she never had before. Fortunately, she asked why he was running late.

“But you don’t know French!”

“I said Ms. Brass, not Miss Brass. Topaz, not Tuesday.”

“What’s the difference? You fantasize about both of them.”

“Jo!”

“Ooh, is that so, Sir Sean?” Zoey cooed, leaning forward between the two seats to tease her old crush.

“I’m sure you have secrets that I can expose to your mom or Lemon,” the injured teen threatened.

At Westgate Mall, the busy brunette dropped another bombshell.

“Hey, we should go up to Rattle Ridge on Valentine’s weekend,” JoJo suggested, exiting a store with a pair of bags.

Sean had winced when the sisters entered the store, leaving him to wait out on a mall bench, and again now. Known for its stylish, sexy tops, he could only sigh in relief that Jo had picked the mall, not Ladybug Elegance, the bridal/lingerie shop that she and his mother had talked about going to once the attention died down.

“Why?” Sean questioned before immediately correcting himself. “I know the why and who that you want to see, but why would I want to go there?”

Zoey barely stifled a giggle at her sister’s blatant reason for going up north.

“Why not? It could be a fun break from your current life,” JoJo speculated.

“Even if I liked skiing or snowboarding or was any good at one of them, I might still have my cast on by then,” Sean reminded, gesturing at his foot. “Also, it wouldn’t be a break. I’d replace the Babybees with Jules as my nurse. She’d pamper me, while also carting us around town to show me off to her friends. That’s not my idea of fun at this point in my life.”

“I just thought it would be better than sitting around here for the holiday.”

“Even if I wanted to go, I couldn’t. Lacey’s throwing her mystery Valentine’s event. If I’m not there, she’ll throw a fit,” Sean explained. “Besides, aren’t you and Kyler doing something special that weekend?”

Zoey made a gagging sound from the backseat. She wasn’t fond of the wrestler, nor was Sean.

“I guess. I don’t know. Kyler’s got some things going for him, but he’s lacking in others,” the once-shy brunette said, hemming and hawing.

“*Cough* Cock size.*Cough*,” Zoey sounded from the rear.

“That’s not…not the only reason, Zo!” JoJo exclaimed.

“Lalalalala. I’m not listening. Lalalalala,” Sean responded, half-holding his hands over his ears.

“Fine! Kyler’s kinda boring,” JoJo admitted. “He’s not the most intelligent, and I don’t think I like dating somebody’s sidekick.”

“Ah, there we have it. You’re still pissed that Nosy Nectar gave you the Soccer Squire nickname,” Zoey realized.

“Wait, you don’t like that name. I thought you did,” Sean responded.

“Why would I want to be called that? I’m my own woman, not your sidekick.” JoJo saw the argument coming and responded, “No, that’s what it means. I’m Sir Hero’s sidekick.”

“Hey, I like that nickname even less than Sir Sean. I’d blame Kizzy or YoYo, but both adamantly deny using that nickname. And, yes, I believe them. They would’ve bragged by this point if they did suggest it,” Sean remarked.

Heading back to the car, JoJo played coy about whether or not she’d end her three-week relationship with the wrestler. Instead, she wondered if she should attend Lacey’s event to check out the new meat on the menu.

Zoey roared with laughter at her once-good-girl sister's description, while Sean had a coughing fit. Eventually, they arrived at the restaurant more than 15 minutes early. Immediately, Sean glanced at the building with concern.

“The Orchard? Are you serious?”

“What’s the big deal? We’ve been coming here for years,” Zoey pointed out, already sliding out of the back.

“Don’t worry. Austin won’t fuck with you while I’m around. I’ll wreck his balls,” JoJo threatened, flexing her leg. “Besides, you still kept coming here after your breakup with Beyza.”

The male teen grumbled while they made their way into the restaurant owned by Miranda Rusk and Annette Baris. Despite knowing that Orrin and Austin probably wouldn’t be around, Sean still felt hesitant about walking into the potential lion’s den. The Gibble sisters didn’t know what happened between Miranda and Harvey on New Year’s Eve, or how Whitney’s father revealed it to Orrin.

Entering the foyer, the teens felt relieved to see that the Friday dinner rush hadn't started early. Sometimes, when a high school game was on Friday night, the restaurants would fill up early with people planning to attend the matchup. However, Guzzle Crossing wasn't considered a major rival to the town's high school, so interest might be limited tonight.

"Welcome to The Orchard tonight, I'll be—Oh! We have a guest of honor among us tonight. I'd better alert the owners," the hostess proclaimed.

Wearing a tight green blouse and an even tighter brown leather skirt, the gorgeous hostess curtsied at the local celebrity. A graduate of Honey Hollow High last summer, the ex-Sugarbee had long, brown hair, gray eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a toned ass. Despite being on “the other side,” Sean never had any issues with her in the few classes they’d shared. Recalling where and how he’d last seen Denise Detmer, Sean blushed.

“Hey, Denise. Uh, how are you doing?”

“Not as good as you, Seanie. A date with four hot women shows that you’ve come a long way in such a short time,” the saucy brunette replied, winking at the younger teen. “Gawd, maybe I should’ve tested our chemistry in Tanner’s class.”

“Four women? Is our mom here already?” Zoey asked.

“She and your aunt arrived a few minutes ago. Let me show you to your tables,” Denise replied, grabbing three menus off her station.

“Lemon’s not our aunt,” JoJo said.

“She’s our mom’s younger cousin,” Zoey added.

“I’m sorry. You know, I think I knew that at some point,” the brown-haired hostess admitted as they followed her into the next room.

“Uh, Denise, is Austin or Mr. Rusk around?” Sean whispered, moving in close enough that the hostess shivered unintentionally from his closeness.

“Haven’t seen them or expect them. You should be safe. Austin made his infrequent appearance last night for his dinner date,” Denise disclosed, weaving them around several full tables while she led them into the back room with the large bar. “Say, didn’t I hear that you had a thing with his date over the holidays?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t call it that,” Sean clarified. “Uh, she gave me a dance at the charity ball. I never met her before…and her friend gave me one too!”

“Don’t worry. I doubt Austin is serious about Astoria. He’s been chasing a different girl nearly every week. Miranda complains about it often,” Denise revealed.

A waitress at The Orchard since she turned sixteen, the dancer wasn't all that interested in school, so she kept working at the restaurant after graduation until she found what she wanted to do in life. Miranda and Annette supposedly adored her, which helped. In the meantime, Denise had done some modeling, even a series of nude paintings by Finch Buttery. She'd also recently branched off to work with another artist. Since meeting Skye over the holidays, Sean had noticed a few similarities between the two brunettes and meant to ask Denise about them.

“Have you seen my painting yet?” the hostess asked, finally reaching the round six-person table in the center of the room.

“Uh, no. I haven’t been to the mansion in two weeks. I’m, um, going there tomorrow,” Sean muttered, seeking to avoid any questions from the others.

“Ooh! You need to check it out and tell me what you think. I don’t know what to do with it. Audie insists that I should keep it, but it’s way better than Finch’s work. So I don’t want to embarrass him,” Denise divulged. “I suggested that he keep or sell it.”

“I’m sorry, did you say Audie?” Jillian Gibble queried as her daughters sat down.

“Audie Raffel, do you know him? He’s a famous artist and a guest staying with the Diamonds. I think he’s Harvey’s uncle or something,” Denise relayed, piquing Jillian’s attention. “He painted a nude portrait of me.”

“He’s not his uncle. Not really. Mr. Raffel is Whitney’s grandfather’s cousin. They don’t get along, but Harvey likes him,” Sean explained, having learned the whole Diamond family history. “His Aunt Demi insisted that someone from the family should be here for Harvey with the criminal charges pending.”

A twice-divorced artist approaching seventy, Audie Raffel might not be an actual uncle to Whitney or Harvey, but he was flesh and blood. A cousin of Hannibal and Demi Diamond on their mother’s side, Audie didn’t care for Harvey’s father, but he’d been close since childhood with his other cousin. Never interested in business, he still managed to gain a grudge from Hannibal after his father offered his wife’s nephew a role in Diamond Chemical, which had been the name of the family company at the time.

Preferring the life of a struggling artist, Audie relocated to Fountain Beach during its more eccentric days. Almost like a sibling to Demi, Audie dropped everything when she asked him to check up on her favorite nephew after his arrest. The artist’s surprised appearance nearly a month ago hadn’t necessarily shocked anyone. He tended to have a habit of appearing and vanishing at the blink of an eye.

“Audie Raffle,” Jillian repeated. “Oh, my. He was already a local legend around here when I was your girls’ ages. Had quite the reputation as a lothario. Is he staying long, Sean?”

“Hard to stay. Whitney is under the impression that Aunt Demi is forcing him to stay until the charges are dropped, which might not happen until next week for the park vandalism,” Sean recounted what he knew. “He seems content. Keeping himself busy by painting.”

“I think he’ll still be around a bit longer,” Denise interjected. “Uh, he mentioned wanting to paint a second portrait of me, but with one of my friends. I’m not sure if I have any around here. Shannon and Taylor have already gone back to Vapor Valley for school. Aliyah is only down at Breakwater, but she’d probably prefer a solo portrait to give to Quade, her boyfriend. You know, I thought about asking Taylor’s sister, Tandy, or one of the waitresses from here, like London. Any preferences, hero boy?”

“Me? No!” Sean exclaimed, feeling uncomfortable with the way that Lemon smirked at him. “Um, is London working tonight?”

A former Babybee under Bridget’s year as captain, Lemon Leighton could be a charming, outgoing, and flirty woman. Basically, a description of many of his mother’s old friends. The thirty-eight-year-old had neck-length dark-blonde hair, hazel eyes, large breasts, and a curvy ass. Having never married, his mother’s friends often called Lemon a serial dater with an extremely high sex drive, who tended to wear out her boyfriends every two years. At the moment, her expression worried Sean, as he could totally see her passing on this conversation to Bridget, who’d pester him to suggest models for Audie.

“Ooh, got your eyes on my tennis girl?” Denise teased about London Olmstead. “I bet you two could have a wild weekend fling. Too bad she has off tonight. Sounds like she’s going to the game.”

“No, I just wondered…I was being polite,” Sean stammered, but his reddening face gave away his interest in his classmate.

“What about Skye?” JoJo suggested, sounding excited by the idea.

“Oh, right,” Sean mumbled.

In her mid-twenties, Skye Willows worked as a waitress/hostess at Goforth’s while also modeling online. She’d been an unlikely guest at the Diamond Cabin, but had quickly formed a connection with many of the younger guests, including Whitney. On a personal level, the gorgeous social media model had relieved Sean’s painkiller side effects on New Year’s Eve with an incredible blowjob.

“Whitney already has Skye lined up for Audie,” Denise disclosed.

“She does? The hell?” Sean questioned, wondering why the blonde queen bee had never told him about this development.

“Well, I must say that I’m disappointed in you, young man,” Jillian began, focusing on her eldest daughter’s best friend. “How did you never mention that the infamous Audie Raffel was in town? I’d better hurry up and give Harvey a ring before his uncle is booked solid.”

“Mom?!” JoJo squealed, reverting to her old personality.

“Wow, you’d actually pose for a nude portrait?” Zoey asked.

“Just don’t leave it lying around as you did with those nude photos you took while home from college. I swear, Jack walked around in a daze for our whole high school winter break,” Lemon snickered about the time Jillian’s brother found a special gift for his older sister’s college boyfriend.

“Holy…No way, Mom!” JoJo exclaimed.

“Jack spent the next two years being reminded that his sister’s eyes were on her face,” Lemon recounted, her snickering turning into giggling, which Zoey joined.

Knowing Uncle Jack, Sean instantly felt bad for him. Peyton would never do such a thing, even under Lana's badgering, but he'd be so embarrassed for his sister if she did and he found those private moments.

“Thank you for bringing up that family scandal, Lem. As for the portrait, I’d say it’s possible. Your father might appreciate it as a late Valentine’s gift,” Jillian suggested, smirking. “At least I’d hope so. The ardor fades over the years from working hard, and Patrick has been working far too hard these last few years. Do you think I still got it, girls? I won’t embarrass myself?”

"You sure do!" Sean exclaimed, then immediately blushed. The shocked kick from JoJo didn't help his guilt over what he blurted out. However, Zoey and Lemon giggled at his instant reaction.

“Well, well, well, how flattering. Thank you, Sean. It does a woman wonders to know that the young man who’s like a son to her can think I’m that attractive at my age,” Jillian stated. Sean immediately felt uncomfortable with the way her eyes studied him and the new expression that he’d never seen on her face before. Yet, he also couldn’t let her remark pass by.

“You’re not old, Mrs. Gibble. Forty-three is still young in my book.”

“Oh, damn! He’s finally turning into a little charmer like Bee,” Lemon chuckled.

Although she wanted to stick around longer, Denise had to return to her station by the front door.

“Two compliments in one night. My, you’ve changed lately,” Jillian noted, winking appreciatively at her neighbor. “Who would’ve imagined a week at the Diamond Cabin would change you and Joanne to be more open-minded?”

“I think plenty of women have been changed by Big Dick Diamond and his lovenests,” Lemon cracked. “Speaking of that, I’m sorry that I couldn’t go with your mom and Sabrina down to Blackbridge. Unfortunately, Dream Muffs calls, and I have to open early this weekend.”

“Hang on. I offered to switch, but you turned it down. Said that Bridget and Shelly together might be too much for you to handle,” Jillian reminded her cousin.

"Jill!" Lemon admonished before apologizing to Sean. "It's just that Sabrina has plans to meet a guy from another law firm, and I didn't want to be the tagalong–

“You don’t need to explain anything. I know how Mom and her old cheer friends can get,” Sean reassured the older blonde.

“Once this nonsense with the tabloid settles down, we’ll be taking Bridget out for a hell of a night on the town,” Jillian declared. “Okay, let’s decide on our orders.”

Everyone agreed, but Sean couldn’t help but check out his best friend’s mom rather than the familiar menu. In many ways, the perfect mom, she’d often filled that role for Sean when his parents were both stuck in the hospital. There for her children at the drop of a hat, she would be patient with them, while being able to hold long, deep conversations about their troubles. He also meant his comment. JoJo and Zoey’s mom had always been pretty in his eyes, but since he first had sex with Beyza, the teen had started to notice the older woman more and more. Jillian could truly be called a MILF with her long, wavy golden-brown hair, hazel eyes, very large breasts, and a round ass.

Ordering his usual chicken sandwich, Sean continued to study Jillian. She wore one of those tight sweater blouses that she favored in the winter. Zoey had taken to copying this style two years ago, during her first growth spurt, and Bridget chuckled, joking that Peyton should start copying her mom’s outfits. Based on what he’d witnessed at Diamond Manor over the past month, he knew that Harvey’s uncle would warmly welcome the opportunity to preserve the brown-haired cougar’s beauty on one of his canvases.

POP

Sean's eyes widened as one of the buttons on Jillian's sweater blouse popped off. Then a second caved to the strain, shooting off sideways. Looking around, the teen couldn't believe no one had reacted, including Mrs. Gibble. Over the next ten seconds, every button exploded off the garment, leaving the sweater blouse hanging open. Gulping, the smitten, horny teen studied the red demi-bra that could barely contain those huge tits. His mind went into overdrive, imagining the ways he could worship those mounds of MILFy wonderment.

“You feeling okay?”

JoJo’s question snapped Sean back to reality.

Shit, not again! Sean groaned, realizing he’d been lost in another daydream. This had been happening far too often lately. While it felt somewhat similar to the period after he lost his virginity with Beyza, the frequency and intensity of these daydreams easily surpassed those past fantasies.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” Sean began to say before trailing off. Somewhere, a door in his brain broke open. He finally noticed that JoJo had started mimicking her mom and sister by wearing a tight sweater blouse. This realization unsettled him. “You know what, I need to use the bathroom.”

Hurrying from the table, Sean made a beeline for the bathroom while hiding the obvious bulge in his pants. Entering the empty washroom, he immediately went to the faucet. Despite needing to relieve the pressure, this wasn’t the time, nor the place. After splashing cold water all over his face, the never-racked teen looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

Is this how it’s going to be now? I’m basically off those painkillers, but I’m so freaking horny all the time! I mean, I had sex last Sunday, yet it feels like months ago. Even that handjob from Miss Zee this morning doesn’t seem to have helped.

Sean nearly shot into the ceiling when the door opened. A heavyset man rushed into the room, ignoring him while hurrying into one of the stalls. The door slamming shut helped shake the cobwebs from the horny teen's mind.

Glancing down, the bookworm-turned-hero saw the bulge still here. Great. I’ll need to hide it when I return to the table. I also need to get a grip. I can’t spiral. If I do that, I’m going to fuck someone I shouldn’t. Not that Whitney didn’t already lead me to do that two weeks ago. No, I need to decide on the next girl for me. Mom and Whitney have too many wild ideas.

Exiting the bathroom, Sean passed a door marked Employees Only on the other side of the hallway. Then, to his surprise, the door shot open, leading a hand to grab him and pull him into one of the restaurant's storage sections. Even more surprising was the woman who had grabbed him.

“Mrs. Rusk?”