Well they wouldn't have, would they?

"Did you just change the chair I was sitting in?" you ask in a confused but still accusing tone. You're sitting on an ottoman of sorts. Big, soft and showing off your ass to everyone who'd glance at you.

"Yeah, that sort of happened," Jamie said and glanced over at Max that had done the writing. "Max wrote that we needed some sexy furniture in the classroom for her to pose in, but it seems it just hit your seat."

"Fuck, yeah, that. This isn't that easy, it would seem," Max responded quickly.

You scoff and roll your eyes at the two dorks. They were your guy friends, so you knew when they were skirting the truth, but you had no way to figure out what they were hiding. And you have enough goodwill with them to be flexible. You've even popped both their cherries the past few years, (blow jobs are fun and stealthy enough to be done at school,) but you didn't want to go deeper into a relationship with either of them to cause a rift. Still, friends help friends and these virgins needed some experience.

"Fine," you sigh and glance back at your teacher. "But now it's my time to make a change to her."

"Um, sure," Jamie answered and glanced at the teacher too. You'd think they'd be more interested in her than yourself considering they've been changing her, but eh, your ego doesn't mind. "Any suggestions?"