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Megan casually inquired if I meant to marry her daughter. I assured her that had been Cassie's fit of delusion, and that I had never suggested any such thing. In text, it was hard to tell if she was relieved, or disappointed.Isa texted again, this time apologizing for her outburst and swore she would wear anything I commanded. I told her to show our conversation to her girlfriend. Candy texted me a minute later, promising she'd get the tattoo after school tomorrow and asking if she could join us Saturday night.I slept alone that night. But I didn't feel alone.At last, Friday.For all the fuss made -- rightly so -- over punishing young women for letting their bra straps or midriffs show, the notion that teachers couldn't perform their jobs in a pair of jeans didn't receive enough press. The same went for most professions with similar dress codes, really, but standing all day in front of people half of whose fashion sense was clearly guided by the principle of whatever lay at the top
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Abbie was dressed in jeans with some fashionable holes torn around the knee and thigh with a cute green top that showed only a modicum of cleavage. Modest, considering how much she had hidden away in there. Taylor was in denim shorts and a hoodie, blowing a big pink bubble from the gum in her mouth as she strode in. Cassie wore a brown dress with yellow flowers on it, but hers was nothing like that sexy thing Abbie had worn to Gooses Wednesday. It looked like she was on her way to church, or a piano recital. "My mom made me put this on," she explained, evidently noticing my scrutiny. "She thought I should try to look nice for you. I told her it didn't matter because you usually liked me better in my underwear or naked anyway, but she said she didn't raise me to look like a bum." Her eyes flitted to her two schoolmates. "I think she thought they looked kinda bleh, like they're not two of the hottest chicks in school just because they aren't wearing tight skimpy outfits. Sheesh. Anyway
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Once I recovered from my fit of laughter -- by which time only Abbie was still glaring -- I gave them a serious answer. "Sorry, sorry. You try keeping a PG sense of humor five days a week -- it builds up. All right, so if you win... Hmm. I'll give you each one night next week. You call the shots. We do whatever you want.""Butt sex!" squealed a delighted Cassie. Taylor eyed her like she was some sort of alien invader in human form.Abbie squeezed my hand excitedly. "Deal!" She accepted Taylor's hand to pull her back to her feet. "Now go to your bedroom and give us a minute to strategize.""Strategize? Come on now, that's cheating!""We're the ones sucking your cock, OK? Come on. Cut as a little slack.""Oh, have it your way. Do I blindfold myself, or wait for you?""Pff, like we're gonna trust you to do it, ya cheater."I listened at my bedroom door, but couldn't hear a thing aside from footsteps and whispers. When the former grew louder, I hurried to my bed and sat down like I'd been
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"Nice work," said Abbie soon after girl two let me slip out from between her adoring lips with a wet and seemingly resigned plop. There had been enough of a delay that time that it could have been her, though. She wasn't ruled out. "Think you can fool me that easily?" Then someone kissed me, hard. Those lips, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. Even if I hadn't, the gum Taylor left behind in my mouth sealed it for me as surely as her whispered words in my ear. "I think that I'll take Sunday, so I own your ass for a whole fuckin' day. I'ma be here at midnight, and ride you till your nuts turn back into pumpkins, mother fucker." My consideration of throwing the contest evaporated. I wasn't about to let Taylor have that kind of satisfaction. I'd win this game, then have her over Sunday to lord it over her. Midnight to midnight. And maybe call in sick Monday to finish our lesson. It was girl number three's turn, then. No wiping off spit this time. She began much more timidly, though. A
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The four of us kicked back and watched Cassie work. Abbie -- the Abbie on my TV -- walked around some with the camera, and it even looked like Taylor was trying to get a better observation angle from the way her shadow moved around in frame. She zoomed in to show Cassie, who took her fingernails out of my leg long enough to thumbs up the camera. I'd been exactly right about when she'd gotten too excited, and even about a shove in the hip from Taylor to rein her in. Feeling good about myself, I wrapped an arm around the shoulders of each Stern sister, taking one titanic titty in each hand and massaging possessively. Both seemed perfectly content to allow it. Abbie even fed me a pretzel. "Man, it's like we're watching porn, except I'm the porn," Cassie observed. I rubbed her exposed thigh with a socked foot. "How's it feel?" "I wouldn't have thought so, but I am so turned on right now. Like, I never thought I could actually do porn before, but... I think I look pretty good, don't I?
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She looked more embarrassed than anything. "I'm not sure what I was even dragged into, but I guess that's what I get for trusting one of the Stern sisters about a secret study session at a teacher's house. It sounded too good to be true, but I figured I could just laugh it off if it was nonsense. Plus I looked really cute today, I thought, so I reasoned showing up at your house might help. With the, um, approval thing." "You do. Look nice, that is." She glanced at the screen. "Sorry about the teeth, by the way. I've never given a blowjob before, so I was learning as I went. I'll do better next time. If you want a next time, that is." "I think you've already done plenty. And don't worry about the teeth. I'm sure I wasn't perfect my first time going down on a girl, either." Tabitha made a face. "Are you sure that's information you should be sharing with your students, Mr. Canon?" "No, it's probably not. Sorry, processing." I turned back to Taylor and Abbie. "And you two... oh boy,
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I did remember writing that paragraph. SchoolWays let us check boxes to insert the more repetitive comments. For a student of Cassie's caliber, the stock comments had come to feel inadequate. I did not recall that last bit, however. "Perfect? When did I say that?" "You were having us do our vocab study tools. I'd already done mine before class like usual, so I was studying for a quiz seventh period. You reprimanded Justin, Taylor and Savannah for not working on theirs and being their usual annoying selves. Justin said, 'why aren't you yelling at Tabitha, she's not working on hers either' and you said if I'd ever missed a question on a vocab quiz, you might be more concerned about me, and then I showed you I was already done, and you said--" "Right, right." It rang a faint bell. Taylor and her posse whining and being lazy pains in the butt were hardly remarkable, nor was Tabitha over-achieving. The specificity helped jog my memory though. "I suppose I hadn't counted on that approval
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Could I catch up to them somewhere? They'd probably gone back to one of their houses. Not necessarily though. Should I text them? What would I say? If not tonight, when? This was only going to get worse the longer it went unaddressed. Should I dose them? Could I? I would never use Serenex on Abbie without her permission, but maybe I could get Taylor to do it for me? I wasn't sure. Where were they even hiding it? Did Abbie have it on her person, or could I maybe sneak into her place and nab it? Was it in her locker? Did Isa have access to student locker combinations, or some sort of master key? Could we-- Tabitha interrupted my musing. "Look, I should probably be going, Mr. Canon. You look like you have a lot on your mind, so I'll get out of your hair. As long as I still have your approval, right?" She did, of course, but in that moment my mind was focused on getting answers. I only half-heard her to begin with. What on earth was Abbie up to, and why? Why create competition for herse
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