Technically, John does the molesting

As he strutted, cock-of-the-walk, down the hallway, John happened across Ms. Travis and Ms. Price, two Junior High teachers who always stood by the doors of their neighboring classrooms and chatted between periods. They both smiled at first when they saw John, but those smiles faded when they noticed his proudly displayed member. Ms. Travis, a straight-laced Science teacher with dangerous curves, was angrily indignant, but the freer, slender English teacher Ms. Price just looked surprised, and maybe a little impressed.

"John Doe!" Ms. Travis bellowed, "Put that away this instant! What is wrong with you?"

John casually flashed his Fuck Pass. Ms. Travis was mollified, but not pleased; she crossed her arms and huffed.

"You may have the right to expose yourself to us, but it's hardly proper to leave it hanging out where your classmates have to see it."

"Oh, Lucy," Ms. Price put a hand on her coworker's shoulder, "Let the boy have his fun. The whole point of a Fuck Pass is to let students explore their sexuality in a safe, controlled environment."

"She's right, Lucy," John agreed, running his hands up Ms. Travis' sides. "I'm just discovering my own interests. For example, I am very interested in these tits."

John grabbed his former teacher's impressive breasts through her modestly buttoned blouse and gave them both a good, hard squeeze. He, like every other male, lesbian, or bisexual student, had gone through puberty fantasizing about these tits, and they did not disappoint. They were surprisingly firm, for their size, but not as heavy as he would have thought.

"I know, right?" Ms. Price watched hungrily as John pawed at Ms. Travis' chest. "I've always wanted to get my hands on those things."

"You're welcome to join me," John offered, suddenly wondering if his Fuck Pass allowed for group play. "I'll take her right, if you want the left."

Ms. Travis gave her friend a pleading look, but Ms. Price shrugged; "Like you said, Lucy; he has the right."

She latched on to Lucy's left tit, groping even more vigorously than the hormonal teenager next to her. Together, John and Ms. Price opened her blouse and shoved their hands inside the cups of her bra. Despite her disgruntle demeanor, Ms. Travis' nipples were rock hard.

"Y'know, " John mused, "my class always thought that you two would make a cute couple. I know the administration frowns on that sort of thing, but maybe we could use this opportunity to help you explore the homoerotic subtext in your relationship?"

Ms. Price and Ms. Travis both blushed, making awkward eye contact for a little too long before averting their eyes and waiting to hear what John had in mind.

"You two should really just make out already, for me, if not for yourselves."

They obeyed, perhaps a little too quickly, nervously locking lips in the hallway. They quickly got into it, and John had to extricate himself from Ms. Travis' underthings to give them room to work. The two teachers immediately wrapped their arms around each other, and John thought he saw some tongue as they lost themselves in one another. It was clear enough that he was no longer a part of whatever was happening here, so he left them to it and moved along to class.