No, project at Stacy's house.

You decide that peaking isn't worth the risk. You head for Stacy's to work on your English project. You don't want to ditch her with all the work. There's barely anyone around the school since you are a little late leaving. It's a nice day outside. The wind is just perfect for a walk.

Eventually you reach Stacy's and you knock on the door, loud enough for her to hear. You hear the familiar sound of her dog rushing towards the door, followed by someone else. You assume it’s her. Her mother should still be at work.

You hear the door open and to your delight, it is Stacy, whom stands before you at about 5'5. She's dressed comfortably in her 'home clothes'. Black boxer shorts cover her sexy, lower body, and a tight, white t-shirt covers her upper. You can see her white bra through the confines of her tight t-shirt. Her tits are a tremendous c-cup. Her athletic legs and feet are bare, giving her a sexy look.

"What brings you here?" She questions, as she greets you.

"We have an English project to finish." You inform.

"Has hell frozen over? You actually came for homework." She cutely jokes, laughing at your expression. She flips her soft, brown hair back, over her shoulder. She has blonde highlights in her hair. You think they're cute.

“I was gonna go to the movies. I guess I’ll have to cancel.” She adds.

"C'mon in." She politely instructs as she heads upstairs into her room. Her mother must still be at work, besides her dog and yourself, she's home alone. You remove your shoes as you recall the erotic event, which unfolded before your eyes. The sight of Ms. Demaro’s face, splattered with cum, is very stimulating, it’s engraved into your brain.

"Grab a drink if you want!" You hear her yell loudly from her room, breaking your thoughts of Ms. Demaro. You grab two sodas from her fridge. You then quickly scurry off into her room.

She’s lying down, belly first on her comfy, double bed, with her English book wide open. You can see her cheeky ass wiggling, as she squirms for better positioning. You rest the sodas on her fancy nightstand.

“Come over here, take a look.” You listen to her, joining her on her bed. You lay down beside her as the two of you look over your homework. As you work on the project, she curiously asks you,

“Where were you after school? We waited for you.” You usually walk home with her and Brittney, so of course she is curious.

Are you going to tell her about the Ms. Demaro incident?