Unexpected guest(s).

For a couple of minutes you just sit on the couch staring up at the ceiling as you remember the feeling of Ashley's body pressed against yours. The sensation of her full, firm breasts pressed against your chest. Her crotch pressed firmly against your upper thigh; just inches from your own. Her intoxicating scent as she brought your head forward. And she would have kissed you if your watch hadn't gone off; you aren't sure how, but you're certain that she would have. You find yourself licking your lips just imagining her lips pressed against your own.

"You," you say to the empty room as you half imagine Ashley standing before you, "are one hot, fucking bitch."

You jump with alarm as a gasp comes from behind one of the screens followed by a tiny giggle. Shit! Someone's still here! You run the sentence back through your head like lightning as you try to figure out exactly how incriminating it is. 'I didn't say a name,' you realize as you hop up off the couch and stalk toward the screen that the sound came from, 'I may be able to get out of this yet.'

With a yank you pull the screen aside and find that you aren't confronting one of your students. You're confronting two of them! The two red-headed twins, Abby and Zoey, sit on the floor clinging to each other as if for protection as they stare up at you in panic. Each is still dressed in the cat-girl outfit from class.

You realize, as you watch them cower, that you probably do appear pretty imposing what with your angry stalk and right now with looming over them. Immediately you try to soften your posture. "Hey ladies," you try gently as you extend an arm towards each of them to help them to their feet, "shouldn't you be to your next class by now?"

One of the twins, Zoey you think, giggles again as the other begins to talk. "We're sorry Mr. Doe," she says earnestly, "we wanted to but we can't find our school uniforms and we didn't want to go the rest of the day like this."

She gestures to her body and you find your eyes eagerly follow her hands. The cat outfit leaves little to the imagination. Her large breasts are barely contained by the simple costume top. You find your gaze lingering too long at the tight line of cleavage sprinkled with some light freckles. She's clearly slim; yet, from previous stolen glances, you know that she also has a beautifully round, firm ass. To top it off, her sister is practically a mirror image. In fact, you usually try to avoid calling either by name to avoid revealing the fact that you can't tell them apart.

"Yeah," continues the other twin, "we didn't mean to scare you or anything. We were just going to wait for you to leave and then we heard you talking about her."

"Her?" you echo as you feel your blood run cold. They DID hear you; time for some damage control! "Her who?" you ask as you try, and mostly fail, to keep your face neutral.

"You know," Zoey says simply as she points to Abby, "her."

If they say anything else immediately after, you don't hear it. Instead, you can only hear your own heart pounding in your ears. Yes, they don't realize you were actually talking about Ashley; but they can still get you fired just for what you've already said.

The twins, however, are oblivious to your panic as they focus on what they consider to be the real issue. "Are you going to make us go to class like this?" they ask in unison.