Pull her into your lap.

You grab Lindsay's arm and give her a gentle tug. She lightly falls into your lap and wraps an arm around your neck. You notice that she has one of the bottles of Scotch in her other hand. You also notice a few freckles on her neck.

"I found some!" you declare. You kiss her neck to mark your find. Lindsay lets out a little squeal and takes a sip from her bottle.

"You know," says Lindsay, "I'm really not into teaching, and I'm okay with that because nobody expects much from a substitute, and yet I'm still a little worried that the party might be a little much, and I don't kinda want to let you guys down or anything."

You notice some freckles on her chest, right above her cleavage. You lean in and kiss those, too. Then you kiss a little further down, right between her breasts. Finally you just push her nose and mouth right into her cleavage and rub your face in her soft, milky breasts.

Lindsay purrs a little at the attention, then takes another, longer drink of Scotch. "And even if I'm not going to be a good teacher I can be a good host. I usually throw much better parties than this, thank you very much."

You put a hand on her thigh and slowly slide it upwards. "Who cares?" you ask. "Does it really matter if you do a good job as a substitute or throw a super great party for us? Will anyone you know care either way?"

Lindsay takes another drink. "Will they care? Yeah. Not really. And by the way, you're getting closer to the last freckles."

You push your hand up her skirt. Pulling the skirt up, you see that she's not wearing any panties and she's completely shaved. You can easily see a few tiny freckles around a very inviting pussy. You smile up at Lindsay and say, "I found them!"

Lindsay leans in and kisses you hard. It's a sloppy, lustful kiss that makes you want to do much more to her. She pulls back and says, "Are you going to kiss those freckles, too?"