Team Mates

Unable to reply due to the tongue-lashing she was giving her lover, Stacie increased her efforts. Her knowing tongue danced effortlessly through Tabby's folds. Her hands stroked Tabby's hips, her sides, and ran up her chest to her breasts, gathering the pale, turgid nipples into her clever fingers. Pursing her lips, she drew Tabby's clit into her mouth, her lips sucking gently, while the tip of her tongue stroked it affectionately.

Above her, Tabby moaned loudly and Stacie smiled in anticipation. The volume of Stacie's orgasms had shocked her at first, but now she looked forward to them, even if it meant that they had to be sure no one was around when they made love, as her unmuffled shrieks as she approached climax would surely terrify anyone in the same house with them.

As her arousal increased, Tabby spread her legs wider, and her hips and pelvis slowly began to rock, grinding her pubis softly into Stacie's loving mouth. She moved Stacie's hands back to her hips and let her head rest against the cinder-block wall, her own hands cradling her breasts, her thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples, stretching them out lewdly. The sensation fed the churning roil of lust in her belly, increasing her pleasure.

Recognizing the signs of Tabby's impending orgasm, Stacie switched tactics. Bracing herself on her right arm, she made the ring finger of her left hand hard and rigid, then eased it into her lover's silky sheath. Ignoring the high-pitched scream that tore from Tabby's mouth, she covered her clit with her lips, lashing the sensitive button with her tongue. Tabby bucked under her touch, her groin thrusting mindlessly against her probing finger as it slowly pumped into her, mimicking the motions of a hard cock. Glancing up through her lashes and the falling tendrils of her hair, she watched as Tabby's head lolled bonelessly against the wall, her hands kneading her flushed breasts, skin shining with sweat in the glow from the lamp.

Any second now, she thought smugly to herself. She never lasts long once I've got my finger in her hot little vag.

Her prediction was correct. Only inches from her eyes, she could see when the tense muscles of Tabby's belly spasmed, the first precursor to her climax. As her finger probed inside her, it was caught in a vise-like grip. Tabby wrapped her legs around her, her thighs clenching hard around Stacie's ears as she suckled on her lover's clitoris.

"Oh, honey," Tabby gasped. "I'm so close. So close. So....coming. Coming. Coming!!" she screamed, then her words were lost in a series of high-pitched shouts as she shook in Stacie's arms, her body trembling as a mighty series of spasms broke over her.

And at that very moment the door to the lounge slammed open, revealing Mr. Glassman standing in the doorway, white-faced and terrified.

*****

Alan had reached his home, a small rented house near the school, and had even cracked a beer when he realized he had left a pile of quizzes for his freshman civics class in his office. He had intended to grade them during his free period that afternoon, but had instead entertained himself with hopeless fantasies about Stacie and Tabitha. Those few dazzling seconds when they had touched him the previous day were seared into his memory, and he did not know if he would ever be free of them.

God, you're pathetic, he taunted himself, as he drove back to the school to pick up the quizzes so he could grade them at home. This is your Friday night. A high-school volleyball game, a pile of homework to grade, a six-pack of Miller Lite, and fantasizing about a couple of high-school girls. He sighed as he pulled into the parking lot. He knew teaching was never going to make him rich and famous, but he hoped he wouldn't be a burned-out basket-case by the time he was thirty.

It's not too late, you know. You're only twenty-five. You have plenty of time to change careers.

No. This is what I want to do. I'm just coming down from the high of winning the game. He frowned as he saw a car in the student lot. Had someone left their car here?

Engine trouble, probably. The way some of these kids abuse their cars as soon as they get behind the wheel, it's surprising we don't see more of them broken down every day.

He parked close to the school, keys already out as he approached. As he unlocked the doors, he cocked his head inquisitively. Was he imagining things, or had he heard a scream?

Moving quickly, he pulled open the door and stepped inside. Within seconds, another scream met his ears; a woman's, high-pitched and desperate.

What the hell? Blood pounded in Alan's head and his hands curled into fists. He had been certain no one was in the school when he left. But somehow someone had gotten in, and now it sounded as if some poor woman was being attacked.

He never remembered that frantic race down the halls. As he tracked the sounds to the teachers' lounge, the cries grew more and more terrible, until he threw open the door and saw what waited within.

Two young girls, both naked, looked at him with surprise so great it would have been hilarious if he hadn't been certain rape or worse hadn't been going on.

He ran a shaking hand through his hair. "Tabitha. Stacie. Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell are you doing here?"

Tabby slipped off the back of the couch, her legs curled up into her chest, trying to hide her nudity. Beside her, Stacie held an arm across her breasts, the other covering her groin. Even in his state of stunned disbelief, Alan noted how Stacie tried to protect her lover, keeping her body between Tabby and Alan's eyes.

Tabby stammered, then found her voice. "We-"

"No," Alan said. Trying to preserve the girls' modesty, he turned away, his back to the room. "It's pretty obvious what you were doing," he said, his voice shaking from stress and adrenaline. "We'll talk about why on Monday. But you're on campus after school hours, and you have to leave. Get dressed and go home. I'll be in my classroom. Make sure you let me know when you are about to go so I can lock up."

As the door closed softly behind him, the girls turned horrified faces to each other.

"What do we do?" Stacie asked. Though the words were barely whispered, they had the feel of a tortured wail.

"We get dressed," Tabitha said grimly, trying to ignore her lover's grief-stricken face. She picked up her panties and slid her legs into them. For once, the exquisite aftermath of a massive orgasm held no pleasure for her. She glared at the blameless door.

"Damn it all to hell," she whispered.

*****

Five minutes later, a timid knock sounded at the door of his classroom. Alan looked up, his features an expressionless mask.

"Yes?"

"We're leaving now, Mr. Glassman," Stacie said quietly. "And we're really sorry. We didn't mean-"

Alan held up a hand, interrupting her. "Like I said, Stacie, we'll talk about it later. I don't think this is the right time, do you?"

She shook her head quickly and he stood up, sliding the civics quizzes into a binder. Turning off the lights, he closed the door, and followed the girls down the hall towards the exit, trying very hard to keep his eyes off the pair of sexy asses swaying in front of him.

Though you've seen a lot more than that tonight, haven't you?

The girls waited as he locked the doors. For an instant he thought about saying something, then decided against it. Better to wait until I know what I'm going to say, he thought with bitter amusement.

"I'll see you on Monday, girls," he said, and walked away, unaware of their bewildered expressions as they stared after him.

*****

"We blew it, Tabby," Stacie moaned. They were sitting on the hood of Tabby's car at her house. Tabby's parents were inside. Stacie had called her mother and let her know they had won the game and she would be home soon.

Somehow, the fact their coach, who was also their history teacher, had caught them making love in the teacher's lounge had not come up in the conversation.

"We are so, so fucked," she continued miserably. "God, he could have us suspended. Expelled. We broke so many rules I don't think there's a word for how much trouble we're in." Inside her jeans her phone vibrated, but she ignored it.

"Relax, baby," Tabby said, though she was far from confident herself. "I don't think he was mad at us. Did you see his face? He was scared someone was being hurt, and he wanted to help. And when he saw us," she giggled, still reliving that horrifying moment, which was beginning to seem a lot funnier in retrospect, "he was embarrassed. Poor man," she said wickedly, the memory stirring up a delightful craving deep within her. "To burst in like that, ready to protect the defenseless maiden, and to see us instead?" She snickered. "Besides, it could have been worse. He could have called 911."

Beside her, Stacie snorted, Tabby's mood being contagious, despite her fears. Unwillingly, she began to chuckle, and then laugh out loud. In moments, the pent-up stress of the evening had found its release, and the girls had both slumped to the driveway, helplessly shaking with laughter.

Wiping tears away from her eyes, Stacie saw the feet and legs of Tabby's mother in front of her.

"Well," came Loretta Harrington's warm, indulgent voice from above. "It sounds like you girls had a good time tonight. Stacie," she continued, "your mother just called. You need to go home for dinner."

"All right," Stacie said, a grin still playing at the corners of her mouth. She rose to her feet with Tabby and gave her a good-bye kiss, aware of Loretta's approving presence beside her. Waving, she walked down the sidewalk and turned the corner towards her own house.

"I'm happy for you," Loretta said to her only daughter. "Your dad and I both. You know that, don't you, honey?"

"Yes, Mom. I do," Tabby replied. "I just wish we had more time for ourselves."

"Well, you'll get your wish tomorrow," her mother said. "Your dad and I will be gone most of the day. We're going to the movies, and then we're going out to eat. And your brother is going camping tomorrow night with Doyle Brannigan and his folks. So you two will have the entire afternoon and most of the evening to yourselves. Try not to break the bed."

"Mom!" Tabby protested, her face flaming. "We're not like that!"

"Really? I'm disappointed. Your dad and I certainly were when we were your age."

"Ewwww," Tabby laughed. "Stop it! I don't want to hear about it! I'm going inside." Covering her ears, she dashed for the house, her chuckling mother only steps behind her.

*****

Alan woke up the next morning and immediately wished he hadn't. The late-morning sunlight streaming through the window in his bedroom hit his gummy, bloodshot eyes like a celestial hammer, and he made a pathetic, whimpering sound as he turned over and tried to hide his face from the terrible, terrible sunshine.

You have to get up sometime, an amused voice in his head noted cheerfully.

"Go away," he groaned, burrowing deeper into his blankets. Good God, his stomach felt terrible. And his head. What had he done last night?

Oh. Oh, sweet Jesus. His traitorous memory threw up the vision which had greeted him when he opened the door to the teacher's lounge the night before, of two lovely women pleasuring each other.

After that, his recollection grew cloudy. He vaguely recalled picking up a carton of suspiciously cheap Chinese take-out on his way home, and stopping by the conveniently close liquor store for more beer as well. From the roiling in his guts, he thought both the take-out and the beer had made a too-swift trip into his stomach.

God help him, he hoped the fragmented memories of the rest of the night were wrong. He didn't relish the thought of trying to convince Amazon that he hadn't meant to buy all of Michael Bay's movies on DVD while he was in a drunken stupor. Groaning, he sat up and put his head in his hands, grateful that the motion didn't cause him to lose whatever was left in his stomach all over the floor of his bedroom.

A shower, he decided. A long, hot shower, and a run. Try to sweat some of this crap out of your system. Then you can grade the papers you should have taken care of yesterday, and decide how you are going to face Tabitha and Stacie on Monday.

*****

Thirty minutes later, showered, dressed, with aspirin and cold water having dulled the edge of his hangover, he set out on his morning run. He was dressed in shorts, running shoes, and an old, ragged t-shirt. Not bothering to warm up, he hit the sidewalk at a slow, steady pace, one which he could ramp up as the turmoil in his belly receded.

As he made his way through the cool Saturday morning, his mood slowly improved. In time with his pounding feet, his thoughts turned to the cataclysmic shock he had received the previous night.

God, I'm an idiot, he thought. The least I could have done was let the girls know they weren't in any trouble. In his mind's eye he could still see the terrified looks in their faces when he had burst into the lounge like some sort of madman. And then he didn't even have the courtesy to apologize! Granted, they shouldn't have been in school after hours, and they certainly should have chosen a better place to screw, but he could remember what it felt like to be their age. Young, horny, in love, or at least so close to it that it made no difference. And he had treated them as if they had committed some sort of crime!

He shook his head and made a turn onto a leafy, tree-lined street. Arching branches overhead rustled in the late-October breeze, and his feet thumped softly as he made his way through drifts of fallen leaves. Their musty smell rose around him, and he was so caught up in his own thoughts he barely noticed the car pull into the driveway a few houses ahead of him.

But when Stacie Reynolds climbed out of the passenger seat and hugged Tabby Harrington, who had sprinted off the porch and into her girlfriend's embrace, it was a little hard to ignore. He tried to keep his gaze resolutely forward as he passed Tabby's house, but when they called and waved to him he had little choice but to return their greeting. Waving awkwardly, he sped up, not trusting himself to stop, completely unaware of their hot, greedy gazes lingering on his legs and back as he jogged out of sight.

*****

"Who was that?" Loretta asked her daughter as she and her husband joined the girls outside. Stacie's mom had already left on errands of her own.

"Our history teacher," Tabitha said.

"And our volleyball coach, now that old Mr. Walton has quit," put in Stacie.

"Mmmm," Loretta said, eyes following the lithe figure as he continued down the street. "Very nice. I can see why you two have been lusting after him the last month or so." At her side, her husband chuckled.

"Mom!" said Tabby, horrified.

"What? Do you think your dad and I don't have ears? The two of you have been giggling about Mr. Glassman for weeks. Just make sure," she continued, her voice serious, "that giggling is all that happens. We don't need to tell you how dangerous it is for students to get involved with their teachers, do we?"

"No, Mom," Tabby said obediently, and Stacie echoed her.

"Good." She smiled at her daughter and her girlfriend. "We'll be back home late. We trust you, so don't do anything silly. No boys. Or girls," she said, with an amused twinkle in her eye. "Call us if there's any problems."

"Let's go, woman," growled her husband. He gave her rear a quick slap as he walked past her towards the car.

"Oh, baby," her teasing voice followed him. "You know what I like." After giving the girls a quick hug, she joined him in their sedan.

"Did you really think he was hot?" Robert Harrington asked his wife as they pulled out of the driveway.

Loretta shrugged. "Cute enough, in a just-out-of-college sort of way. But don't worry," she continued with a seductive smirk. "I like my meat a little more aged." She ran a loving hand up the inside of her husband's thigh, lips curling as he jumped. "You know," she continued, "I think we can trust the girls alone, if you want to make a night of it. What do you say, honey? Movie, dinner, a drink at a night club, then a nice long orgy at a hotel to finish the night? Just the two of us, with no kids?"

"Woman, you just made a deal."

*****

After getting back from his run, Alan took a shower, then graded the quizzes for his civics class. Trying to distract himself, he then set up his classroom plans for the next week. Turning on the TV, he tried to immerse himself in sports, but for once the pleasures of college football were lost on him.

He sighed, pacing the small living room, then flopped back down on the second-hand couch. I need to get this over with, he decided. I need to let the girls know they aren't in trouble and don't need to worry about me coming down on them. Theoretically, he knew there should be some sort of disciplinary action for the girls, but he couldn't imagine telling Lavender Tipton how he had caught the two of them making love in school.

He frowned at the contact list he had been provided. He had e-mail addresses and cell phone numbers for all the girls on the team, as well as contact information for their parents. He shook his head. He wasn't going to send the two of them an e-mail, as impersonal as a thrown knife. He knew where they were.

His guts knotted as he changed his clothes, trying for a professional look. He didn't look forward to convincing Tabby's parents he needed to talk with the girls privately.

Christ, what a mess. Just get it over with.

At the last second, he decided against driving. The last thing he needed was for someone to drive past the Harringtons' house and see his car there. He knew as well as anyone how easy it was for rumors to get started.

Trying to whistle cheerfully, he walked down the sidewalk, retracing his steps from a few hours before.

*****

"This is nice," Tabby said, stretching luxuriously at Stacie's side. They were laying together on the couch, watching on old movie on TV.

"What is?" Stacie asked.

"This," Tabby replied. "Having time alone together. Not having to be in a big damn hurry when we decide to make love. Lord," she said, continuing the thought, "I can't wait until we get into college. Think about it, baby," she said, snuggling deeper into her lover's arms, cooing with pleasure as Stacie cupped her breasts lovingly. "We'll come back from class, eat a really crappy dinner," she said with a smile. They had both heard horror stories about dorm food. "And then we will have all night long to make love. Just the two of us."

"Unless we have homework to do. Or unless you've found another girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or unless I've found a boyfriend."

Tabby twisted in Stacie's arms, a frown pinching her forehead. "Well, aren't you little Miss Glass-Is-Half-Empty today. What's got your panties in a twist?"

Stacie sighed. "Nothing. This..." She trailed off. "It seems too good to be true. Us. What we have together. Do you ever worry it's all just a dream, that it'll all go away one day?"

Tabby's arms tightened around her. "No," she breathed softly, her dark blue eyes intent on her lover's face. "I don't. I love you. Maybe someday I will date another girl, or find a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I will ever stop loving you. Do you think I'm scared I'll lose you if you find a man to share your life and your bed?" She shook her head. "This is true love," she said, quoting 'The Princess Bride', a movie they both adored. "You think this happens every day?"