You need to get home before Ms Fellows gets there

“Let’s go,” you tell Abbie. “I don’t want her to be there alone with Mom. Who knows what she’ll say? Fuck, just her showing up looking for me might get Mom suspicious.” You get off the bed, and pain stabs your head. You sway on your feet before you get a grip and start moving again.

Abbie grabs the bag of magic supplies, and you both head quickly to her car. As she drives, you plug Ms. Fellows’ address into your phone to check the travel time from her place to your house. Then you check your ETA. “Drive fast, Abs. It looks like we’ll only get home a couple of minutes before her.”

Abbie presses her foot down on the accelerator, and the car surges forward. She weaves around a slower car in front of you, barely missing an oncoming SUV. The driver leans on their horn.

“Oh fuck! I meant drive as fast as you can safely! I don’t want to get in a crash or pulled over for reckless driving.” You clench the sides of your head, trying to keep it from splitting open.

At that, Abbie eases off the gas a little. “You need to be careful what you say around your bitches, Stretch,” she smirks. “Remember, we’re all kind of mind-fucked.”

That makes you even more nervous about Ms. Fellows meeting your mother. You find yourself leaning forward in your seat, as if you can urge the car to get there quicker.

You remember that Tracey and Leah are waiting to hear from you. You fish your phone from your pocket and call Tracey.

“Hey Boss,” she answers cheerily. “I thought you were going to text when you had the address. What’s up?”

“I got the address, but I saw Ms. Fellows get my address from the school records. I think she’s heading to my house now.”

“Convenient,” she says, “You don’t have to find her. Vag served to your front door.” She giggles.

“My Mom’s home, and she’s already suspicious about me casting spells,” you remind her. “It won’t be good if my teacher shows up horny for me.”

“Oh, right. What do you want us to do? Should we go to your place and keep your mom busy, or try to stall Ms. Fellows?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” you tell her. “Two girls showing up out of nowhere will make my mom suspicious, too.” You remember that your mom has already been introduced to Tracey as your girlfriend, but going forward, you are going to act like Leah’s boyfriend for everyone else. Your cover stories are already a mess, and you suspect it’s only going to get worse when you have to come up with a reason to be out of the house every day while you go to Ms. Fellows’ place. At least you don’t have to pretend to be Leah’s beard to Abbie anymore.

“OK, park down the street from my house, where my mom won’t see you. If you see Ms. Fellows coming, try to intercept and stall her, but try not to draw attention,” you tell Tracey, coming to a decision.

“OK, Boss. What’s her car look like?” Tracey asks.

“I have no idea,” you say, realizing you should have stayed in the trance long enough to see Ms. Fellows’ car, and even tried to find her phone number. You lean your head back against the headrest and close your eyes. “Just… do your best.”

“On it, Boss,” Tracey says and hangs up.

You groan in frustration.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get there and you’ll make sure everything works out OK,” Abbie consoles you, stroking your thigh. The touch starts your cock stiffening, despite the pounding headache and how stressed out you are. Her hand slides higher. Her palm rubs over the growing bulge through your shorts. “And if things do blow up with Mom, we’ve still got a strand of her hair, so you can fix it.”

That doesn’t help your stress level. For the rest of the drive home, you fidget with your phone, checking your email over and over to see if Ms. Fellows answered your email, even though you realize she’s probably driving now, and certainly too obsessed to be thinking about looking at her work email.

When Abbie pulls her car into the driveway, you don’t see another car in front of your house. You notice Tracey’s mom’s SUV parked a few houses down the street. “You go in and talk to Mom,” you tell Abbie. “I’ll stay out here and cut off Ms. Fellows.”

“Got it,” Abbie says. She puts the car in park and heads into the house.

You walk down the street in the opposite direction from Tracey, so one of you has a chance to intercept Ms. Fellows, no matter which direction she comes from. You wave at Tracey and Leah, and they wave back. They start to walk toward you, but you hold up your hands in a ‘halt’ position, to let them know you want them to stay put and keep watching.

Your head is still aching, but you are starting to relax a little. You think you’ve got a chance to get away with this and keep your mom in the dark.

A car comes down the street from Tracey and Leah’s direction. They start jumping up and down and waving to attract the driver’s attention, but the car swerves around them and comes to a stop in front of your house. There’s glare on the windshield keeping you from seeing inside well, but you’re pretty sure the driver is a blonde woman. Tracey and Leah are running toward the parked car.

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