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You were walking towards Carlton Street, thinking about what had happened.

First in importance was you getting the snap quiz right. The Teacher, Miss Ling, went over the answers after it was over as part of her lesson. You only got one wrong - Mrs. Rydell said you and her would fuck if you did well!

And Selena and Lakeesha were the reason you did get a good score. Their willingness to have sex with you, or at least masturbate you, meant you didn't have to keep your mind on getting off. You could allow yourself, or fool yourself, into thinking that one of them would be there when you had your need. Them and Mrs. Rydell!

Well, maybe not Lakeesha so much. After the class, when you asked her to celebrate with you (she got all of the answers correct), she agreed. But, big but, only if you could find someplace private. You couldn't think of a place during the ten minutes you had between classes. She wouldn't even let you kiss her, saying, "I don't want people to think I'm dating you..." It was like a knife to the back, when she added, "...little brother". Who calls a guy "little brother"? Selena? Wouldn't Mrs. Ling call that weird English?

She did give you a "helping hand", briefly, while you were the only ones still in the classroom, reaching into your pants and fondle your dick until it started growing stiff. At that moment you thought her hands were hotter and softer than Selena's. It was bigger.

Then you had to go to separate classes. Her first.

It was the last class of the day. And all through it, Lakeesha's hand lingered around your prick. Or Mrs. Rydell's mouth. Or Selena's taffeta panties. You squirmed and struggled to get your mind back away from sex. You were going to get some. Just not (groan!) then. You just had to remember what you felt like during the snap quiz. Remember! Take notes. Get your grades up.

It was because of the school counselor that you couldn't look for Lakeesha after school.

And now here you and your hungry prick were, in the ally behind Carlton, where most traffic was from trucks, delivery, recycling and garbage, going to the backs of the business in front. This is where Mrs. Rydell said to meet her. But where along here? The ally went on for blocks! You were thinking about this when you hear tires on pavement and random pebbles coming up behind you. You move out of its way.

It's only when the Mirai had passed you that you catch the auburn hair of the driver. It stopped in front of you.

The trunk opened. What?

Come on! Did she really want you to get in it?

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These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.