Yes, by a teacher!

You bite your tongue and hold your breath as one of the girls steps towards the stall. Your dick is throbbing inside of Kendra's pussy, aching for more action, but you tense up all your muscles, too cautious to make a single sound. You swear that you can make eye contact with the girl outside through the crack in the stall door, just for an instant. But then, your heart nearly bursts when the bathroom door flies open, followed by an unmistakable voice.

"Bathroom check!" The voice is none other than Mrs. Deandra Levine, your English teacher. Just the thought of her is making it harder for you to stay still, not just because of the danger of getting caught. The problem is also that Mrs. Levine is kind of a stone cold fox. Even in her 40s, she still has the kind of body that makes you zone out during a lecture whenever she folds her arms underneath her bust. Guys spread the rumor she had slept with a student once, but it was probably just horny wishful thinking. Besides that, she's married, another layer of forbidden fruit. Just thinking about her body-hugging sweaters is making you even harder, and Kendra has to stifle a groan as you shift your weight.

"Abby, Annabelle, what are you two still doing here? This isn't your lunch period anymore." Mrs. Levine brusquely orders the two girls out. You hear the girls scurrying away, but now Mrs. Levine's heels are trotting along the bathroom tile, examining each stall door. You only have a few moments before she reaches yours.