Chapter 142
We both tried to catch our breaths after the mind-blowing sex we just had. As the minutes crawled on slowly, we couldn’t help but steal glances at each other.
“That was the best sex I ever had, so mind-blowing,” she muttered.
Tired, I couldn’t help but smile at that moment as the tension between us was palpable.
As we sat there still trying to catch our breaths, my eyes kept drifting back to where she was. I couldn’t help but ponder how it would feel to have her again and again. I stared at her, from the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back to how her eyes sparkled when she smiled.
She couldn’t help but sneak glances at me. It was almost as if thoughts could tell what I was thinking.
We leaned in close, our faces inches apart. Just as we were about to kiss, three sharp thuds resounded through the room, each carrying a wave of tension in its wake.
Who could that be? I wanted to ask, but the silence was soon interrupted by a familiar feminine voice.
“Miss Sam?” the voice called out with uncertainty.
The door creaked but remained shut. “What’s going on here?” she asked. We could see her eyes narrowing suspiciously while trying to peep through the glass.
We quickly pulled back. I looked at her skeptically, waiting for an explanation, but she didn’t push the issue.
When nothing was forthcoming, I asked, “Who is that?” even though I knew who it was.
“Cut me loose and hide over there in the corner. Just remember, you’re here to serve detention in case this goes south,” she said sternly.
I nodded, trying to hide the fear and anxiety at the fact that we had come close to getting caught. Still, I couldn’t help the way I felt. The thrill, the tension-all of the scenes from when I picked up my clothes to dashing to the side corner-sent a wave of adrenaline through my nerves.
One question races through my mind; however, why was Isabella here?
Blonde like Miss Samantha, she made her way in. She took a quick look at Miss Sam, who was in a mess, and pulled on the last strap of her dress.
I smiled to myself, knowing that she was naked.
“What took you so long?” Isabella complained. “Wait a minute, were you starting off without me?”
She watched as Miss Sam left. “You look ready for tonight’s show,” Isabella teased.
“Shh-” Miss Samantha tried to caution her by stealing a quick look back at where I was.
“What is the problem? You are acting all weird, and this place has some funny odor to it…” she looked around the room.
“Wait a minute, were you…” Her words trailed off when her gaze fell on the camera recorder, and she made her way toward it.
“Stop!” Miss Sam grimaced.
“What is it? What are you hiding… or are you just trying to be naughty?”
“Just stop,” Miss Sam whispered.
Isabella looked around as she walked back to her seat.
So far, I was shocked by the development; never in this life would I have guessed that the most popular girl at school was a lesbian, not to mention the fact that the two had a thing going. Could the night ever get better?
As they sat back down, I couldn’t help but notice how the two exchanged flirtatious glances.
Miss Sam leaned over and partially whispered, “You didn’t tell me you’d be coming.”
The girl nodded in agreement. “I know. I checked home for you, and I thought you’d be here. Didn’t expect to see you all naked.”
She smiled and took her hand. “Missed you too.”
They sat there in silence for a moment, enjoying the thrill of the moment. But as the minutes ticked by, my thoughts turned to the need for more show; I wanted more than just all this long talking.
Isabella kissed her first, and she blushed and looked away. “Don’t you miss this too?” she asked.
Miss Sam chuckled. “Just a little?”
I was shocked at how sheepishly she sounded; a while ago, she was acting like the boss.
Isabella smiled mischievously. “Okay, fine. I’m really in for this tonight; let’s get naked!”
Miss Sam stole a glance in my direction, and I could have sworn that she winked right at me.
My eyes locked onto the scene about to unfold; it sent blood pumping to my cock as I watched the most popular girl at school still naked.
She was like a demi-goddess, and I couldn’t get myself to look away as she stepped out of her panties.
Their eyes held for a moment, the tension between them palpable enough for me to see.
I watched the two kiss. It was a passionate, all-consuming kiss. It was as though they were oblivious to everything else.
Isabella held her ass firm, squeezing as she slid her finger in-
She stopped halfway. “Why do you have all these whelps in your ass? What are you not telling me?”
“Forget about it; I will tell you later…” Miss Sam pulled her in for another deeper kiss.
This time, I listened to her moan. Isabella walked backward to the table where I had just fucked Miss Sam and sat right at the edge. She widened her legs, giving me a sneak peek at her pussy.
I grabbed my cock and ran my fingers down its shaft slowly.
Isabella groaned. “I don’t want it to end.”
Miss Sam smiled. “Me neither.”
She went down on her knees, and soon she had her lips over Isabella’s pussy. I saw her suck slowly, drawing a moan from Isabella, who grabbed her two boobs, suckling on each nipple as Miss Sam’s actions became frantic.
I saw her flick her tongue over Isabella’s clit. Isabella drew in a breath as her eyes sparkled.
I could see the passion in the two eyes as Miss . Sam fingered her frantically till Bella was jerking wildly as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her.
They kissed wildly again, with Ms. Sam sticking her finger into Isabella’s asshole.
“Arrgg-.” Bella moans.
“Shh- Be quiet, someone might hear us.”
She fingers Isabella asshole as she planted kisses down her neck , stopping to suck her nipples.
” I have a gift for you.” I heard Bella say.
She stepped past Ms. Sam to her bag right there at the corner. When she returned it with a baton.
Miss. Sam’s eyes glittered in the darkness.
“See what I came with,” she muttered.
They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. Then, without saying a word, they leaned in and kissed again. Miss Sam rubbed her fingers as they switched positions, with Miss Sam on the table and her legs apart.
They kissed deeply again, and as they pulled away, gasping for air, Miss Sam turned and smiled at me.
Isabella, all this while, was trying to fix a condom over the end of the baton.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” she said.
I was certain she was talking to me. Instead, the girl smiled back, her eyes sparkling. “Me too.”
She positioned the end of the baton near her pussy and pushed it in-
“Arrrg!” Miss Sam’s scream filled the hallway.