You are disturbed mid sex by Principle Johnson.

Once more in the tight embrace of Randall's vagina, all thoughts of the ball and the people outside went flying out the window. The two of you bucking and moaning wildly with pleasure.

Though his expensive dark green dress obscured your view of his wondrous melons and the exquisite reddish brown nipples that adorned them, there was more than enough jiggling flesh on display to keep you entertained. Bouncing up and down rather violently with every thrust. Not to mention the look of sheer delight on Randall's face as he cried out your name. His meticulously fashioned dark red hair coming loose in various places as he enthusiastically rode your cock. All the while still role playing. It clearly getting him off.

"Oh yes! ...Yes! ...Fuck me, Tim! Fuck your teacher! ...Do what all those other students only wished they could!"

I am, Miss. Card. I fucking am! you thought to yourself. Thrusting with all your might. This being about the hottest thing you'd done so far.

"I don't care anymore if it's wrong..." he squealed. His breath becoming even more labored. "I don't... I don't care if anyone else finds out... Principle Johnson... Mr. Hanson... Even fucking Terri Walsh! I just want your cock inside me!"

Oh Jesus... You certainly weren't going to last long at this rate. Feeling ready to blow after only a few minutes. Randall's pneumatic body... his tight pussy... the things he was saying, added to the inherent danger of your situation turning you on like crazy. It almost seeming as if this was actually real. He was Miss. Card, and the two of you were having some kind of secret affair while your friends and his colleagues danced and chatted. Completely oblivious to what was going on. In fact, if you really thought about it, this was pretty much exactly what was going on. Though it was more of a fuck buddy situation rather than an affair...

"Forget straight A's," Randall continued, gripping your shoulders tightly as he ground himself against you. "After this, I'm making damn sure you end up a fucking honor student!" Picking up the pace and really going for it this time. Slamming his soaking pussy down hard on your penis with all his might. Causing you to feel a familiar pressure starting to build...

"Shit, dude... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..."

"No! Not yet, baby.... Please... not yet," Randall cried, shaking his head. Obviously building towards his own orgasm and not wanting to miss out. Telling you that, "I'm... I'm almost there. Almost..." as he closed his eyes tightly and began biting at his lip.

You didn't know if you could however. Trying your best to hold it back, but the look on Randall's face and the feeling of his vaginal muscles rhythmically squeezing at your length not really helping much. Even the most well trained cock-smiths surely being unable to hold on given the situation... That was until you heard a distant voice cry out from somewhere outside.

"Laura...?"

Instantly you both froze. Randall's eyes meeting yours as you both simultaneously realized who it was. It was Principle Johnson!

"Laura, are you out here...?"

Holy shit! you thought. Panic suddenly setting in. Watching as Randall mouthed the word "fuck", realizing that the unthinkable was very well about to happen. You were both about to get caught.

As quickly as he could, Randall pulled himself up off your body, stumbling slightly on his heels as his dress got snagged, and began desperately trying to sort himself out. Appearing slightly sweaty and unkempt from the sex. Following suit, you grabbed at your still very much erect penis and stuffed it back inside your pants. Having no time to give it a wash or a wipe. Aware that any moment your principle might find you. The sound of his now much clearer (and much closer) footsteps filling you with fear.

Having just managed to zip up your fly and jump up onto your feet, you watched then as handle of the door slowly began to turn and a second later your principle was standing there.

"Oh... There you are," he said. Spotting Randall first.

Though still looking somewhat disheveled - having been unable to re-pin a few strands of loose hair in time - Randall did his best to appear casual. As if nothing in the slightest was amiss. "There something I can help you with?"

"Not me no. Mrs. Walsh was looking for you," he replied, finally noticing you. "I uh... I just got sent to find you." Pausing for a moment as if suddenly realizing that something wasn't quite right. "What exactly were you doing in here?" he asked, eying you both suspiciously. His cold, intimidating stare making you want to get as far away as humanly possible. Terrified that he was onto you. Standing there, no doubt looking equally as unkempt and slightly red in the face as Randall did. Doing your darnedest to hide your fading erection.

Continuing to act the innocent (managing to remain remarkably collected given the circumstance) Randall smiled, "Just getting things ready for the raffle actually." Indicating then towards you. "I thought it'd be best to leave the heavy lifting to one of the students. Terri's certainly gone all out on the prizes."

Taking this as a hint and realizing that it was pretty suspicious for you to just be standing there, you quickly made your way over to the boxes you'd spotted earlier and made out like you were doing something with them. Even though you weren't quite sure what. You could still feel Johnson's eyes on you though. His not entirely convinced response scaring the absolute shit out of you. "I see..."

Thank Christ then for Randall...

"What was Terri wanting?" he asked. "Is the raffle starting already?"Clearly attempting to draw his attention away from you and distract him from thinking too much about what he'd just walked in on.

"I'm not quite sure. She was just looking for you and Mrs. Manning said you came this way."

"Well I suppose I might as well go find out now. Tim, you'll be okay taking this all through to the kitchen won't you?"

"Yes, Miss. Card. No problem," you hastily replied. The words almost getting stuck in your throat out of nerves. Waiting for Johnson to suddenly explode.

He didn't though. And instead, giving you one last thoughtful little glare, turned and headed back out the door with Randall. Leaving you behind.

Rushing over to the doorway, you pressed your ear against it to listen in on what they were saying as they headed back up the hall. Expecting that he might have a few more questions about what was going on. Hearing instead Randall shifting focus back to the ball. Giggling gently as he continued to distract him.

"So I noticed you weren't up dancing earlier on. You really think you're gonna get out of it?"

"Well, I, uh... I'm not sure that's really my kind of thing," Johnson awkwardly responded. "Best to leave to those who know what they're doing. ...Such as yourself."

Scoffing at this, Randall began piling on the flattery. Telling him then that "I imagine you've got quite the dancing feet." Their voices then becoming too faint to hear.

Shit. I think we got away with it, you said to yourself, letting out a huge sigh of relief. Feeling a huge and rather terrifying weight suddenly being lifted from your shoulders. Thank fuck for that! It appearing to you at least that although he was initially suspicious to find you both standing there all hot and bothered, his mind hadn't immediately jumped to the conclusion that the two of you had been fucking. Randall having rather amazingly handled the situation like a pro.

Your heart was still beating about a mile a minute though. Having never been quite so fearful in your life. Though at the same time, actually feeling kind of a rush. It being a lot like Sweaty Swanson walking in on you, only much, much worse. Jesus. First Swanson and now Johnson. Who's next, my mom? You certainly hoped not. Not quite sure you were ready for that level of anxiety. Figuring that the two of you were going to have to be a lot more careful from now on. Wondering if perhaps all the wine Randall had been drinking had clouded his judgement this time.

Still, you kind of wished you'd actually gotten to cum. Lamenting this fact as you rubbed at your crotch. Hoping that thing you'd heard about blue balls wasn't actually true. Before then taking a seat again and allowing yourself to get your breath back. Needing to compose yourself a little before you headed back out. Figuring that once this had all properly sunk in, the two of you would no doubt look back and have a good laugh later on. Just as you always did.