School comes first

Lisa wanted to spend all day getting railed by Savannah, but she had to go school. She politely declined. Savannah nodded understandingly, but with a look that this wasn't the end of things.

Lisa stepped off the train, her heart still racing from the unexpected encounter that had left her panties soaked and her mind swirling with the remnants of pleasure. The morning had taken a turn she never could have anticipated, and now, as she made her way through the familiar school grounds, she felt a thrilling sense of secrecy. Her blonde hair caught the sunlight as she scanned the crowd for her best friend, Connie.

Connie, with her sleek black hair and sharp wit, was the yin to Lisa's yang. They had been inseparable since they were children and their bond had only grown stronger with time. As Lisa approached, Connie's eyes lit up with a knowing sparkle.

"How was your morning?" Connie asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Lisa hesitated, the memory of a stranger's hands exploring her body flashing through her mind. She bit her lip, deciding to keep the erotic escapade to herself for now. "It was... interesting," she replied with a coy smile.

The girls linked arms and made their way to their first class, chatting about the rumors of their new English teacher in 2nd period. Word had it she was young, cute, and it was her first teaching gig. But they had history class first. Mrs. Jones wouldn't put up with them being late.

Lisa's pen danced across the paper, her hair falling in waves over her shoulders as she concentrated on Mrs. Jones' lecture. The history teacher's voice droned on about the intricacies of ancient civilizations, her eyes occasionally flicking to Lisa with an intensity that made the young woman shift uncomfortably in her seat. Lisa was determined to keep her A, her handwriting neat and precise, each word a testament to her diligence.

As the clock's hands inched towards the end of class the bell rang. Lisa's friend Connie leaned over, whispering about an errand she had to run before their next class. With a quick wave, Connie disappeared, leaving Lisa to gather her things. But before she could make her escape, Mrs. Jones approached, her steps deliberate.

"Lisa, could you stay behind for a moment? I could use some help setting up for tomorrow's lesson," Mrs. Jones asked, her voice carrying a hint of something Lisa couldn't quite place.

Lisa hesitated, her mind racing with the rumors she'd heard about Mrs. Jones'... proclivities. She had flirty interactions with her before, but now might be a chance for things to go further.