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  Our lips met in a languid kiss that quickly became heated. Our bodies pressed together and we undressed each other without breaking contact. I could not resist kissing and fondling her breasts and she stroked my dark hair as I moaned against her soft mounds. Our legs intertwined, her thigh against my mound and my thigh against hers. Our hips moved as we kissed and squeezed our breasts against each other.

  Her fingers returned to my pussy and I looked into her eyes and began to fuck her with my fingers. It was an incredibly intense, intimate moment, both of his fighting to be silent as he we fucked each other with our fingers. She knew how to touch me, how to stroke my clit and fuck me at the same time, and I came first, but it was close. Our bodies trembled together, our lips met again and was communicate our pleasure in the heated swirl of our tongues.

  I tasted her again before the night was over, I even dipped my tongue lower and licked at the pink clench of her ass, eliciting a cry loud enough that I had to stop for fear she would wake my mother. Her tongue was even more eager than mine, lashing my clit again and again until I had cum several times against her eager mouth.

  It was a night like none I had ever experienced with a boyfriend, so sprawling and endless that we pleasured each other to exhaustion.

  My alarm awoke me just after 6:30 AM. I groggily hit the snooze button, rolled over in bed, and nearly screamed when I realized Mrs. Temple was asleep in bed beside me. Her ample breasts were rising and falling and the small mattress could scarcely contain her curves as one of her legs dangled over the side. My blanket was doing a poor job of covering her up.

  “Mrs. Temple?” I whispered, nudging her. “Mrs. Temple. Charlotte. Wake up.”

  Her eyes fluttered open, their emerald light slowly coming into focus as she regarded me sleepily.

  “Hey,” she croaked, reaching out to caress my hip. “Did you sleep over?”

  “No, you did,” I hissed. “And my mom is going to freak if—“

  I was interrupted by my alarm going off again. The moment I switched it off, my mom tried to open my door. My heart nearly stopped. Luckily, I had the foresight to lock the door last night. My mom began to pound.

  “Get your butt out of bed, Emily! I had messages you were tardy yesterday! Not again!”

  “Alright mom! I’m getting up!” I shouted in reply.

  Mrs. Temple sat up in my bed, drawing her knees against her big soft breasts in a position that exposed her pink pussy to me. I felt a twinge of desire, but it could not compete with my fear at being caught with my boyfriend’s over forty year old mom sleeping over.

  “My mom likes to make me breakfast,” I said. “I’ll go downstairs and keep her busy. You wait for my signal and then sneak out the back through the kitchen.”

  “Oh, god, can’t I just—“

  “No,” I cut her off. “This isn’t a game. My mom won’t let boys sleep over and she has no idea that I’m… that….”

  “That you’re a lesbian?” Offered Mrs. Temple.

  “Not a lesbian,” I said. “I mean, maybe. I’m figuring things out, okay.”

  “You seem to know exactly what you wanted last night,” she teased, leaning towards me for a kiss.

  I slid out of reach and off my bed. I could not let her get me going again or I was going to be in real trouble. “Just wait for my signal.”

  “Alright, alright,” said Mrs. Temple, searching for her blouse on the floor beside the bed. “Covert. I get remember sneaking around when I was a teenager.”

  Somehow, my plan to get her out of the house without being caught worked. My mother had her back turned when Mrs. Temple crept past and out the door. I excused myself after a quick breakfast and managed to slip out to the street to give Mrs. Temple a last kiss before she left me.

  “I want to see you again tonight,” she said.

  “Can’t,” I replied quickly. “The Spartans play tonight and I have a party to go to afterward.”

  “Oh?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

  “With Luke,” I said, reminding her of the totally fucked up web we had woven together.

  “Right, well,” she opened the door to her Mercedes. “Be a good girl. I wouldn’t want you getting into trouble with my son.”

  Looking for Trouble

  I was exhausted after my long night with Mrs. Temple, but I made it to school on time and reasonably awake thanks to three cups of coffee. Alicia appeared at my side as I made my way to my first period class, peppering me with fresh questions about what I did the night before and who I did it with.

  “Anyone you want to tell me about?” She teased, still trawling for more info about my lesbian affair behind Luke Temple’s back.

  “We can talk at Madison’s party,” I said.

  “Luke is going to be there,” she reminded me.

  “The whole team will be there,” I said. “We’ll have a chance to talk.”

  It was the only olive branch I had time to offer. I was running dangerously close to being late to class despite my best efforts. Alicia had a class on the second floor of the school, so we went our separate ways in the flow of students.

  I was almost to Miss Harding’s English class when a hand reached out of seemingly nowhere and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the students headed to classrooms and into a nearby room. They pulled with such strength I was expecting Luke or one of the other football players, but when I turned, I realized I had been apprehended by none other than Mrs. Hadley.

  The middle-aged teacher’s cheeks were ruddy and her eyes were intense and puffy as if she had been drinking. Her sweat suit was unzipped halfway down to the soft pad of her tummy and her huge breasts were heaving excitedly in her white polo shirt, her nipples erect and her tits apparently braless.

  “Mrs. Hadley,” I gasped as the door closed behind me. “What… what did… did I do something wrong?”

  She reached past me and pressed the lock on the door. We weren’t in a small classroom, as I had initially thought, but some sort of janitorial storage room with shelves of filled with institutional rolls of paper towels, toilet paper, and huge jugs of floor cleaner. There was a small workbench and a few chairs beneath a single strip of flicker fluorescent lights. The floor was bare concrete, unlike the tiles used throughout the rest of the school.

  “You know what you did,” said Mrs. Hadley. “Fornicating with that woman in the showers.”

  She fingered the crucifix hanging over her polo almost like she was trying to ward off a vampire.

  “I’m not looking for trouble,” I said. “I thought the shower was empty and… and… I didn’t know where else to go. I’m sorry, Mrs. Hadley, I got carried away.”

  “Carried away?” She snorted, her gaze roaming down my body to take in the sight of me in high-waisted denim shorts and a ruffled blouse that barely showed any skin. “Seems to me like you are looking for trouble.”

  She bulled closer to me, pressing me back against the door with the weight of her tits. I could smell the wine on her breath.

  “Mrs. Hadley,” I whispered, feeling the drunken heat radiating from her body. “What are you doing?”

  “Something I should have done years ago,” she said, letting go of the crucifix. “Something I knew I had to do when I saw you in my locker room with Luke Temple’s mom.”

  “W-what’s that?” I whispered, my pulse racing at the realization that she had recognized Mrs. Temple.

  I wasn’t sure if she was going to smack me across the face or kiss me. Her gaze was as intense and overbearing as her body pressing me back against that door. She was taller than me, even taller than Mrs. Temple, and I felt like she could throw me across the room if she wanted.

  Mrs. Hadley did the last thing I expected. She got down on her knees, her hands resting on my hips, and she began to cry.

  “Mrs. Hadley,” I said as she clung to me. “What… what are you doing? What’s wrong?”

  “I hear everything they say,” she moaned, tears streaming down her face. “They call me the fat bull dyke. They say I’m creeping on the girls on my volleyball team. Never. I never did any of it.”

  “I never said those things,” I said, resting my hands on her shoulders.

  “I’m a married woman,” she said, looking up at me as tears continued to drop from her eyes. “I never looked at those girls… never… and then you and Mrs. Temple come into my locker room and…”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, pleadingly.

  “And I can’t stop thinking about you since I saw you,” whispered Mrs. Hadley. “Don’t you get it? I’ve avoided it. I’ve pretended. But they were right. All those whispering girls. It’s what I wanted. Please… please… just…”

  “Are you blackmailing me?” It came out angrily before I had a chance to stop it.

  “What?” She wiped her tears. “What? No, Emily! No, I’m saying, I can’t stop thinking about you. That… that I’m a lesbian. I thought you would understand.”

  My anger relaxed as I finally realized what was happening. This wasn’t a woman with power over me threatening me with blackmail; this was a woman with no power at all reaching out to me in desperation. She had been haunted by her desires and probably wracked with guilt about those desires. I felt sorry for her and the sight of her on her knees, an older woman who could have me suspended from school for what she had caught me doing, but instead was so desperate to connect with me, well, it turned me on a little bit.

  I know, probably not a healthy reaction.

  “Tell me what you want from me, Mrs. Hadley,” I said and stroked her face.

  She looked up at me gratefully, turning her face against my hand and kissing my palm. A shudder ran through her body. What was I doing? I wasn’t attracted to Mrs. Hadley, not really, and I certainly wasn’t interested in a relationship, but the submissive way she kissed my hand was such a strange thrill after my experiences with the much more dominant Mrs. Temple.

  “I want… I want you, Emily,” she said.

  “But you can’t have me,” I said firmly. “I’m with Mrs. Temple.”

  Even as I said it, I reached my other hand down to the button of my shorts. Mrs. Hadley watched as I unbuttoned them and unzipped them, revealing my white and pink-striped panties taut over my mound.

  “I understand,” said Mrs. Hadley, mesmerized by the sight as I wiggled my hips and drew my shorts down my toned legs.

  It was maybe the naughtiest thing I had ever done in my life, pulling my shorts and panties down in front of Coach Hadley. She stared with awe at my trimmed hair and my dusky teenage pussy. I reached my free hand down and spread my folds so she could see my inner pink. She gasped with amazement. A hand on the back of her head was all the encouragement it took.

  Was I proud of what I did? Nah. Was I ashamed? Also, nah. Mrs. Temple had me cheating on my boyfriend with her. If anything, this was an act of charity.

  And oh my god, Mrs. Hadley was good at it. All that pent up sexual energy came out as she buried her face between my thighs and proceeded to lick, suck, and deeply, powerfully tongue-fuck my pussy. I had to hold her head with both hands to keep from falling over. She clung to my hips, lapping at my cunt with such absolute abandon that I had to keep telling her to be quiet because she was making too much noise grunting and slurping.

  I was overcome by what was happening. Part of me wanted to stop it, to push her head away from my slender thighs, but I had started it. This is what I wanted.

  The pleasure overtook my confusion and I began to moan. This only seemed to encourage Mrs. Hadley as she vigorously sucked my clit, sliding her hands from my hips to my firm ass and pulling me against her face. I was practically riding her hungry mouth as my orgasm exploded from my clit and throbbed deep into my core. Mrs. Hadley moaned with her tongue against my clit and I felt the vibrations in my pussy. She sucked and licked until I finally cried out with over-sensitivity to her rough sucking and pushed her away using my knees.

  “I can… can keep going,” She panted the offer, looking up at me hopefully, her face flushed a deep red and her forehead dewed with sweat. Her lips and chin glistened with my juices. “I have a… have a vibrator in my desk back at the—“

  “No,” I said firmly, wiping up some of my juices with a coarse wad of paper towels. “No, Mrs. Hadley. I have to get to class now and you have to, well, do whatever you do during the day.”

  “I can write you a note and we can go out and—“

  “I said no,” I told her, my eyes narrowing. “We’re not in a relationship. We won’t be in a relationship.”

  “Oh,” she said, her fingers playing at her lips.

  “But,” my tone softened, “now you know what you want. You can find someone who can give it to you.”

  “Y-yes,” she said. “Oh, right, yes. Thank you, Emily.”

  After all that, we hugged. She didn’t even wait for me to put on my shorts, she just wrapped me up in a tight hug, squeezing my face against her breasts through her polo. I patted her back and shoulders, telling her everything would get better while my mind reeled at what I had just done.

  The morning passed me in a daze. At lunch, Alicia prodded me for answers. I admitted that it was someone she knew and then Luke came over and ruined her interrogation.

  “Hey, babe,” he said, practically lifting me out of my chair and into his arms. He pulled me into a kiss and I replied with a torrid, tongue-twisting liplock that left several girls at the table muttering and fanning their faces. He looked at me with a grin on his face, “What has gotten into you, Emily?”

  “Just looking forward to the party tonight,” I said and winked.

  What was I going to say? That I was feeling insanely guilty about spending the night with his mom in my bed? That was before I made the girls’ volleyball coach eat my pussy in a supply closet. I needed the sloppy, familiar, extremely hetero kiss with Luke to ground myself. Everyone seemed duly impressed by the public display of affection, with the exception of Alicia, who smiled but had very judgmental eyes.

  My afternoon classes were uneventful and there was no time to chat with Alicia before the game with Madison playing busty blonde Nazi with the cheer squad. She wanted both me and Alicia to work on our kicks, throws, and split drops, which was time consuming and exhausting. With an hour break before the game, I excused myself and drove to eat some ice cream and think about my totally crazy day.

  I was halfway through a banana split from Miss Dairy Freeze, sitting on a bench at the Peach Valley Boardwalk, when my phone began to vibrate. It was a text from Luke’s Hot Mom.

  “Olivia is coming.”

  “Sounds ominous,” I texted in reply. “Coming where?”

  “To the game tonight,” replied Mrs. Temple. “She’s going to be sitting with me in the stands.”

  “Fuck,” I replied.

  Yeah, fuck. I was a cheerleader. I was going to be doing jumps and kicks wearing a short skirt and a sweater in the Spartans’ red and white. I was going to have ribbons in my hair and I was going to be doing a lot of cheering. There was no hiding from Olivia.

  “So she’ll know,” I said. “I can’t keep Luke away from me.”

  The typing ellipses appeared on screen for a very long time, suggesting either a long text message or a lot of revisions. The message I finally received from Mrs. Temple read, “Olivia won’t do anything. I won’t let her.”

  Her message ruined my appetite and put me on edge for the game. I headed back to Peach Valley High to get ready.

  Running out onto the field to get the crowd pumped up, I felt like a Secret Service agent watching for suspected assassins. The stadium was nearly at capacity and the red and white of the Spartans was up against the green and gold of our opponents. It was the fourth game of the season and the Spartans had won every single matchup to date, but tonight Peach Valley was playing San Hernando, our rivals to the south, and rumor was they had incredible pass coverage and a great running game.

  “We’re gonna fight! Yeah!” We began our first cheer, pom-poms rolling and skirts flipping up to reveal our white panties. “We’re gonna play! Yeah! We’re gonna win! Gooooo! Spartans!!”

  We repeated the cheer several times as we formed our pyramid and launched Madison into the air followed by drop splits from me and Rosa. We pulled it all off and the band began to play to announce the Spartans.

  It was as the Spartans took the field that I noticed Mrs. Temple and Olivia sitting a few rows up in the stands. Mrs. Temple was watching the Spartans run out to wild applause, but Olivia was staring daggers at me. This was not a

  Things went poorly from the start. A botched kickoff allowed the San Hernando Wildcats to return it for a touchdown. Their defense kept Luke relying on short passes and his running backs and held the Spartans to a field goal. By the half, it was 17 to 10. Worse, a late first half drive had looked like it might end with a touchdown for the Spartans, but had ended instead with a demoralizing interception and nearly a return for a touchdown.

  Luke was in an obviously bad mood as he jogged into the locker room, his hair dark and shining with sweat and his uniform heavily stained from being sacked twice. Despite my complicated relationship with Luke, my heart ached to go to him and comfort him, but I had a feeling Coach Cuddy would not have appreciated one of the cheerleaders showing up in the locker room. Besides, it was my duty to cheer and dance in between performances by the school’s marching band. Every chant and every kick was done under the baleful gaze of Olivia Temple. Worse, I caught sight of Mrs. Hadley in the crowd with her husband and two youngish children, reminding me of the fucked up thing I did with her in that supply closet.

  “Get it together, Emily!” Madison snarled when I fumbled a handstand. When Olivia mouthed something at me and I screwed up a chant that earned an angry shove from Madison and a nasty, “What the fuck?”

  The Spartans took the field again and were forced to kick off at the half. Fortunately, our defense came through and stopped the Wildcats cold at their thirty yard line. That left us with a good field position and before I knew it Luke was connecting a long pass with Bryce who ran it in for the touchdown. This set the stage for an exciting back-and-forth between the offenses. By the fourth, it was 28 to 24 with the Wildcats in the lead.