Let's have sex ... at school!

"What have you got in mind?" you ask, anxious and excited at once.

"Well, things didn't go exactly as I planned," Rebecca says drily.

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't end up naked, silly!" she says, playfully hitting you on the shoulder.

"Hey!" you protest, also playfully. "I thought that was just to make it look like an accident."

"Yeah 'cause that's what I wanted you to think," Rebecca says. "But to be honest, I was looking forward to seeing you ... compromised ... again."

You're not sure what to make of that. You're thrilled that Rebecca wants to see you naked - less so that she wants to see you naked in public.

"So, you had a plan...?" you prompt.

"Come with me," she says. She takes you by the hand and leads you out of the girls' locker room. For the past month, you've always stopped with her at the shop classroom to watch the videos you'd just captured. This time, she only gives you time to put the camera on the shelf, and you make a mental note to get back in here ASAP to clear the memory.

Rebecca leads you to the front hallway of the school, where the dramatic events of That Night came to a climax. It was here that Rebecca was **** to hop, hogtied, across the school lobby. It was here that Ariel, Shonda, Candy, and Jillian all gave you blowjobs until you came all over Rebecca's tits. It was here that Rachel was **** by her "friends" to lick your semen off of your crush.

It was also here that everything was supposed to be broadcast to your classmates watching the "Day In The Life" livestream on the school's website. You still don't know why no one saw what happened. But you're pretty sure that anyone watching that livestream now would see you and Rebecca standing there in the hallway.

Your stream of memories crashes to a halt as Rebecca pulls you toward her and kisses you. Her fingers thread behind your head as she presses her tits into your chest. Your hands run up and down her back, and you're instantly enflamed with desire.

"Let's do it," Rebecca says.

"Right here?" you ask.

Her only answer is unzipping your pants.