He stands near the corner.

Seeing as there were a few places, Wyatt ran close to a corner by the door. If this coin was really lucky, he could slip by the door as the janitor or whoever to come in and get distracted by the half naked professor. Then, he could continue his day and find out how lucky this coin was.

Standing by the corner of the room, Wyatt watched as the door opened. To his surprise, it wasn't the janitor but a female student. This could still spell trouble for him as the student could tell the whole campus that he **** a teacher. For now, the student hadn't noticed him yet as she walked toward the sleeping teacher. Wyatt had one foot at the door when he wondered what the student was actually doing. Wyatt saw that the student had her head on Ms. Lane's breast as she sucked on her tit as her hand played with the teacher's other boob. This elicited a gasp from Ms. Lane as she began to shift.

This wasn't real.

He had to be imagining this. But try as he might, Wyatt couldn't deny the lesbian action he saw before him. He took the coin out from the pocket and kissed it before putting it back inside. Standing by the door and locking it, Wyatt cleared his throat, and the student jumped away from the resting woman. "It's not what it looks like," the student whispered.

A grin appeared on Wyatt's face. "Oh. I just came in and saw a student taking advantage of a teacher trying to get her beauty sleep. Maybe there's something I'm missing."

"Please, I can't have anyone know about this."

"Tell you what, if I'm not able to guess your name, age, and fetish, I will expose to the whole campus your misdeed."

"Wait..."

"But if I can guess all three," Wyatt said as he walked toward the blonde student. The blonde's gaze immediately went to his pants. "Maybe I can look away and let you finish."

The blonde wasn't sure if she should agree, but she had ****...

"Fine."

Wyatt rubbed his neck as he looked at the student. A million names were buzzing inside his head. He didn't know which to pick but decided to go with a random name. "Jenn with two n's."

Jenn slumped down on the chair and took off her shirt. The sight of her cleavage made him go stiff in his jeans. They were alright, nothing to sneeze at. "Alright, how about my age?" Jenn whispered once more.

"20."

Jenn unbuckled her jeans and shook off her shoes. She slid off her pants and sat down sensually on the chair, swinging her legs back and forth. Jenn rubbed her bra as her other hand found its way to her panty. "One, uh, more," she breathed.