I'll Make An Excuse And Pour On The Charm.

Odds are they have spare gym clothes for people who forget or "forget" in order to get out of class. Better to just make up some excuse and get around the whole situation. But, you've seen girls pretend to be sick before. It's not pretty. Usually they end up with detention and go out to class anyways. You'll need an edge. Which is why you plan on seducing your teacher, just a bit, to make her more co-operative. After all, you're about ninety percent sure you've seen her checking out your ass during class. This'll work... hopefully.

You arrive in the locker room along with several other girls. The main difference between you all is that you are walking with a (fake) limp. As soon as they enter the other girls make for their lockers. You make a bee line for Ms. Reacher who is pretending to look at her clipboard and not at the gaggle of high school girls about to get undressed.

"Ms Reacher?" you call out. You try to sound both pained and seductively coy at the same time and hope it works.

She turns and frowns as she notices your limp.

"What happened?"

"I think I pulled something earlier going up the stairs. I was running late and taking two or three at once, which I know I shouldn't have done. I think I can see a red spot showing on my thigh."

You place your leg on a nearby bench and roll your skirt up just high enough to tease a view of the edge of your panties. If not for your cock you'd probably be willing to show more to get her to cooperate. Of course, without your dick you wouldn't need to be doing this at all.

"See? Isn't all swollen right here?"

You begin to massage your inner thigh in a manner you hope is appealing to a lesbian gym teacher. Someone bumps your leg and nearly sends you off the bench.

"Sorry!" the girl says.

You almost turn back to Ms. Reacher but you can't help but notice how very topless that girl is. In fact, several of the other girls are now loitering about in just their panties, some of them still wearing bras. You hadn't considered this when you were plotting earlier. You can feel your panties growing tight and know that you can't let your leg down any time soon or a tent will be visible in your skirt.

"Rebecca are you alright?"

You turn back to Ms. Reacher. Who is wearing a sports bra, light workout jacket (open, thank God!), and some tight spandex shorts. You lick your lips and start to speak but then remember that you've forgotten what you were going to say. But she looks like she might be suspicious now so you talk anyways.

"Could you please examine it? I could use your touch to..."

'Shit! Bad idea! Abort!'

Ms. Reacher glances around then licks her lips.

"Wait right there."

She talks to one of the other girls who nods and leaves with the rest of the class.

"There," says Ms. Reacher with a smile. "Now we won't be disturbed during your..." She places a hand on your leg, "Examination."

Your dick is painfully hard. This is not good. Her hand moves further up your leg and she pulls you in for a kiss. A kiss that you instinctively return, with a little moan and everything. Not good! This woman will have you naked in seconds and then you'll have some explaining to do! But first you'll probably have to explain to yourself why your hand is now flipping up her sports bra and pawing at her bouncing breasts.

"Mmm, feisty!" she purrs. "I'm sorry I didn't try something with you sooner!"

'Aha! I knew she was checking me out!'

That's really not the most important thing right now. You need to come up with a plan! Ms. Reacher's hand thankfully leaves your leg but only to pull down the top of your dress and your bra along with it. She latches onto your breasts and starts to lick and suck and bite at them like no boy ever did. You think that with enough time you might have an orgasm just from this. Maybe if that happens she won't go further south. Maybe you should let her continue just a little bit more...

Her hands start to work their way up under your skirt. Bad plan! You push her away suddenly, hands on her shoulders. She looks at you in confusion, lips swollen from your kiss, breasts just as perfect as ever. Maybe if you push her down and fuck her raw she'll...What were you trying to do again?

"What's wrong?" she pants.

"I...I wanna...Pleasure you first!"

'Nice! Good plan!'

She smiles and licks her lips, "Well, I won't say no to that. And afterwards, if you manage to do it quickly, I'll return the favor..."

She backs away and sits on the bench as she pulls down her shorts and panties. The one flaw in your plan is now in plain view, her pussy. You have no idea what to do with it! But you kneel down anyways, hoping she doesn't spot anything suspicious in your crotch region as you do, and come face to face with your first pussy. You always considered doing things with another girl, usually in a three-way with whoever you were dating. You certainly never pictured your first try at cunnilingus being like this. Having no other plans you just dive right in. Maybe being bad will mean you take so long that she doesn't have time to return the favor. Of course, that wouldn't solve your massive erection problem but you'll cross that bridge when you come to it.

You run your tongue up her slit and love the way she tastes and the sound of her giggling moan. Your instincts take over and you make out with her pussy as if it were her mouth, tongue slithering in an attempt to taste her every curve.

"Oh my god, Rebecca," she sighs.

That's right. You'll make her cum like she never has before. Then, when she's still sensitive, you'll plunge all the way inside of her, fast and hard enough to make her cum again. And then...what were you doing again? Ms. Reacher grabs your hair and reminds you, loudly, that you are pleasuring her with your mouth. Her pants and her rising hips suggest you've done a very good job and she's about to finish. You have no idea how long you've been at this, only that she tastes amazing and you wonder what she'd feel like around your cock and what the fuck is happening to you?!

Ms. Reacher bites her lip but can't help but moan a few times as she shakes against you, pussy quivering. She tastes like liquid cocaine (you imagine) and you gasp and moan, body aching for more. Ms. Reacher pants and pulls you up for a deep kiss. You're about to whip it out and get to the good part when you hear something. It sounds like a hissing sound followed by a loud bang. You and Ms. Reacher both look back towards the door leading to the hall. There, standing just within the partially opened doorway, is the strange looking guy from before. His dark eyes bite into you as he snarls, literally, spittle flying over the floor, and books it out into the hall. You quickly get your dress back into position while Ms. Reacher frantically grabs at her clothes.

"I'll go after him!"

"Wait!"

You ignore her and bolt into the hallway. The empty hallway. You run in a random direction and come to an intersection. Looking down each corridor you still see nothing and no one. Fuck. You look at the floor in annoyance and are reminded of your huge throbbing erection. You sigh and head to the nearest bathroom. There's nothing else for it but to "take care of yourself". You finish as quickly as you can before heading back to the locker room only to find Ms. Reacher isn't there. You find her in the gym, overseeing the other students. She spots you and walks over.

"Did you find him?" she asks quietly.You shake your head. "Let's not talk about what happened, okay? We'll talk another time."

She heads back to the game the other students are playing. Mr. Ross, the male gym teacher, gives you a funny look when you take a seat on the bleachers but you're allowed to sit through the rest of the class without question. You leave gym feeling more confused than before. Who the hell was that guy? And what did he want? Not to mention, you're still no closer to learning the truth of last night. Lunch time rolls around and you decide to circle the place and question as many other people who were at the party as possible. Your cheeks burn as yet more people describe your drunken antics. Apparently you left an impression on a lot of people. Especially the ones you made out with. And the boys (and some girls) who saw you in your bra. Several of whom ask if your panties had matched. Also, the girl you offered to impregnate. Thankfully, she seems to think it was a funny joke. If only she knew. Finally, you come to Brian. You knew Brian was going to be there at the party but decided to go anyways and just hope to avoid him. He's an awkward nerdy kid who asked you out in front of everybody in the middle of a busy hall at school, despite the fact that you barely knew each other. Ever since then he's shot you daggers every chance he got and generally made you uncomfortable with his presence during the few classes you shared. He also once started a rumor that you had taken three days off of school because you had an abortion. Classy guy. To be fair to him, you didn't really handle it all that well. You may have said things, in your shock at being suddenly and loudly hit on, that you later regretted. You never thought you'd have to talk to him again and you still think he's gone overboard on how much he loathes you so you never apologized.

And now you need to ask him for a favor. You've asked around and every else you know left the party before you did. But a few of them mentioned Brian being VERY interested in your displays and took note of the fact that he was still at the party when they left. He's your last hope. Gulp.

"Hey, Brian," you say as you suddenly sit at his table. The other people there, his friends you assume, all stare at you but you don't have time to care. "Look, lunch is almost over and I need your help. I totally blacked out last night and I need to piece the night together. We're you there after I..." you glance around the table at all the strangers listening to you and sigh. "Were you there after I started riding the couch like it was a mechanical bull?"

You wince as the others laugh. That was as far into your night as anyone else had told you about. Brian doesn't laugh. You can't really read his expression.

"I was there until around the time you left," he says.

"Perfect! Look, I know I freaked out when you asked me out but..."

He holds up a hand and says, "Let's be real here. I don't like you. You don't like me. But that doesn't mean we can't come to an arrangement. Meet me out back after school. We can work something out."

His friends all hoot and holler as you leave, fuming. But what else can you do? The real question now is, how far are you willing to go to get this information?

After school you pull your car around to the back of the building where Brian waits expectantly. You lower your window and wave him over.

Confused, he asks, "We aren't gonna do this here?"

"I know what you're gonna ask," you tell him. "And I'm not gonna let any friends you might have hiding around her record it."

He appears to get angry for a second then reconsiders. Maybe insinuating he would be getting what he wants helped smooth things over.

"Fair enough," he says and moves to the passenger door.

You take him to a vacant lot you've used for similar activities in the past. Normally it would be late at night, and dark, but visibility was still pretty low thanks to trees and other buildings. Besides, less of a chance of another couple of high schoolers coming around for the same thing. You still blush when you remember seeing your cousin's car that one time. You pull over to a secluded corner in the empty lot, shut off the car, and get out. Brian follows suit and you meet at the front of the car.

"So," he asks, arms crossed. "How much is this information worth to you?"