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Deborah had been prepared for things to get a little wild. She hadn't expected Emily to deep-throat the stripper and start fucking him like she needed cock to survive. The paroxysm of lust and authority erupting out of her easy-going friend. Had it always been there, or was there something about this place, this night? The thing is, she can't remember the last time she's been so horny. She takes big gulps of air in the hallway and tries to tamp down the fire raging at her core, the itch between her legs.

She pushes open the restroom door and turns on the cold faucet, shocks her face with a splash. Sips a mouthful of water from a cupped hand and steadies herself with a look at her mirrored face. Focuses on her breathing. And hears a familiar sound coming from one of the stalls behind her. A sound of wetness and friction and not the normal business of bathrooms. The swallowed exclamations of furtive self-pleasure.

She came in to get a hold of her raging libido, but hearing the unseen woman flicking her bean steps away has the opposite effect. Still at the counter, Deborah plunges a hand down her jeans and into her molten center with a moan. She swirls her hand in search of urgent relief, past caring about who might see her. Like the woman who with a soft click cracks open the stall door to see a freckled cutie diddling herself in public.

"Please, let me," Deborah hears, opening her eyes. A fetching black woman is in front of her clad only in a black bra below an open button-down. Framed within are her wet sex and a strip of dark hair. Smooth skin with whorls of ink. Deborah takes in close-cropped hair, smoky eyes behind glasses, a nose ring that gives her stomach a little flip, plump pink lips.

The mystery woman kneels before her and undoes her jeans, works Deborah's denim and sticky panties down her legs. Comes back up and guides Deborah's hand to her folds while she reciprocates and enters the needy teacher. They explore each other's mouths as their fingers work frantically. And yet relief stubbornly remains over the horizon, their dancing fingers failing to trigger an explosive release.

The bathroom door opens and Deborah hears an unintelligible oath before diverting her attention from her lover. A faded beauty stares at the two of them, heavily painted eyes in disbelief. The flustered brunette looks to have a juicy set of tits despite having perhaps 20 years on Deborah. A black skirt ends halfway down muscular thighs but her lined face betrays the passage of time.

As Deborah eyes the newcomer's cleavage on display through the scooped neck of her top, her nameless lover scoots toward the other stranger and aims lower. Deborah watches as the stranger hikes up the skirt of the stunned interloper and starts worshiping with her mouth. Her hands dig into and slap the firm ass of the other woman as her tongue sweeps over her slit and dip in between, earning a series of short cries.

Deborah stands idle until with a leg-shaking orgasm the second woman sinks to her knees. Deborah then makes her move, straddling the older woman with a soft push. She delights in her new lover's tongue exploring her pussy while turning her attention to a closer study of the tits below her. They look and feel as good up close as she expected.

And yet ... what was she doing? Sex with strange women wasn't ... out in the middle of ... but they were so ... and lord, it felt so good! Thoughts and emotions tumble through her head. Memories, fears, fantasies, fetishes, mores. Dos, dont's, safe, forbidden, risque, mundane. The smell of chalk on the blackboard, the salty tang of a lover's skin.

Something was wrong. She should get Annie and the rest of the girls and go home. Get a good night's sleep and start another day at Hilltop High. Just another day swapping recipes with Miss Alton, seeing her whole body shake with at a line you didn't even realize was funny seeing her shake as she comes on your dancing fingers in her hot snatch. Asking Mr. Ramos for tips on her incoming students next year gripping the couch as he teases you with his tip, waiting to be filled. Watching the clock as she waits for the final bell watching Principal Milton's cock plunge into Wendy's mouth while you wait for your turn after his assistant.

No no no she had never thought about work like this before, about the pool of frustration and envy and lust bubbling unseen within Hilltop High. She shouldn't. She couldn't! She wouldn't! Work was work, not some demented porno waiting for a director. Deborah stumbles backward, the pierced cutie still swirling her tongue in the other woman's nethers. Deborah has the presence of mind to find her discarded jeans, which she shimmies up her legs. The messy panties go in her purse and she weaves back out into the hallway, more flustered than when she came in.