After School Meeting

Jill corners Sheena in the hallway. Caught peeking at her naughty romps with Lacy, Sheena looks guilty but kind of turned on. Jill feels more curious than pissed. "What else have you seen?" she asks, bold as brass. Sheena doesn't answer—she leads her to the living room and kills the lights. Across the street, the professor's house glows behind drawn curtains. "Watch." She hands Jill the binoculars. Inside that book-lined study the old fox has a coed pinned on his desk. Her plaid skirt's flipped up, white panties nowhere to be found. He kneels between her spread thighs, tongue working like he hasn't tasted anything so sweet all semester. Her shoes clatter onto the floorboards while her fists stay locked in his silver hair, urging him deeper. He stands, frees his cock, and pushes inside her in one smooth thrust. The young thing's mouth falls open, legs twitch around his waist. Jill's breath fogs up the glass. Sheena just smirks, one hand already slipping under her own waistband.