Red head rebellion

Rebecca looked over at Jennifer, who, smiling, nodded. Taking a deep breath, she started over: "Mr. Clarkson, I saw Jennifer teasing you on Thursday."

You couldn't help the cold shiver that ran down your spine at that statement.

Looking at Jennifer, who winked at you, you ask carefully, "Did you now? I'm sure you have a great many questions for me, young lady."

Rebecca looked over at Jennifer. "Is that what you want?" Trembling, she closed her eyes as she started repeating over and over again, "She doesn't rule me; only what I want matters."

Sliding out of her seat, Jennifer moved behind the redhead. Kneeling behind the girl, Jennifer placed her hands on Rebecca's shoulders, whispering in her ear, "That's right, Mommy and Miss Michelle can't tell you what to do anymore."

"No, they can't," Becky replied.

Jennifer kissed the girl on the cheek, whispering, "And why don't they?"

Her hands curling into fists, Rebecca hissed, "They are liars and hypocrites."

"Such a good girl," Jennifer murmurs while massaging Rebecca's shoulders.

What is going on in this girl's home life? You ponder, more than a little shocked. Cupping Rebecca's chin, Jennifer turned her head just far enough to kiss the redhead. The sound of Becky's whimper was like gasoline on your dick. Shyly, her mouth opened, and Jennifer's tongue slipped in to play as a reward.

You shifted your position, your trapped erection becoming more uncomfortable.

"See, wasn't that nice?" Jennifer said. At Rebecca's hesitant nod, she continued, "All that's left is to tell him what you want."

Rebecca nods, then gasps as an unseen Jennifer hand had moved down, cupping her breast.

Rebecca's eyes close in pleasure as Jennifer rolls her nipple through her shirt. "Just tell him what you need," Jennifer exhorts.

"Mr. Clarkson, I need to feel," Rebecca shudders, continuing. "I need to be with you, with Jen. I waannnt you to make Mc Mee a woman."

Her mouth opens, and Jennifer nibbles on Becky's earlobe, whispering, "You're almost there; just one more thing."

Letting out a low moan, Rebecca pleaded, "Please cum in me; please lettttt meeeee risk."

"You were just perfect," Jennifer growled. Turning her head, Jennifer looked up at you. "Well, Mr. Clarkson, can she play with us?"

There were a thousand things you wanted to do at this moment. But instead of ripping the clothes from your body, you tell the teens, "Yes, but not here."

Jennifer stands patting Rebecca on the head. "I think it's time we leave, don't you?"

"Grab your things," you order. Heading to your desk to grab your stuff, you hear Rebecca whisper to Jennifer in wonder, "I did it. I actually did it."

Locking your classroom, the three of you make for the main entrance. Stopping at the office, Alice asks you, "Have all your students safely left, Mr. Clarkson?"

"My last two are sharing an Uber. I'm escorting them out and heading home." You reply.

Exiting the building, you could see that after the last bit of ****, the rain was letting up. Looking around, you didn't see anyone. "Let's get out of here while there are no witnesses."

Moving quickly, as one can in 3 inches of standing water, you head to your car. Unlocking the doors, the three of you get in, with the girls in the back seat. Going slowly to not hydroplane, you inch out onto the road. Straightening the car, you begin to accelerate when Jennifer asks, "Are we going to your place or mine?"

Stomping on the brakes, you turn to the back seat, yelling, "JENNIFER! Please don't fish for a reaction when it might... get… us... killed....."

Jennifer's unrepentant smirk waited for you as both girls fished their bras out from under their shirts. Looking at Becky, Jennifer says, "Ignore him. He's loving this."

Turning back around, you grip the wheel, silently praying. Reaching to turn on the radio, your hand freezes.

It hits you: Jennifer had asked, "My place or yours?"