He hoped so; if any of these kids was going to play with his cock and tease him into a state of near explosion, it might as well be Kathy Collins. That gorgeous girl had held his eyes and his mind so powerfully that it was tough keeping up with the rest of the class.

“Ummm,” the unseen girl breathed, and Dallas quivered in ultimate shock as something else touched the head of his cock-the unmistakable silken springiness of pussy hair!

Here and now, with the whole damned class partying around them? Was the kid trying to fuck him now? If those damned lights flicked on, if he was caught dipping his hungry prick into the sweet and tender cunt of some young student.

He managed to find his voice, and it sounded strangled in his own ears: “The … the lights the-crowd…”

“Don’t worry about it,” the girl breathed, rubbing that delightful little snatch up and down his cockhead, evidently straddling his outstretched legs in the complete darkness. “The lights are off for a long, long time, and that’s how long I’ve waited to feel this beautiful prick of yours, Mr. Dallas Bradburn. You can’t get away now, we won’t let you; I won’t let you.”

It was Kathy Collins; there was no doubt about that sultry voice full of promises. The cunt nuzzling against his aching prick was Kathy’s, and that settled any indecision Dallas might have had. His career, reputation, any future job, nothing else mattered a damn, stacked up against the erotic pressure of the lovely young girl’s pussy. If it cost Dallas his front seat in hell, he was going to fuck this kid, here and now.

“Kathy,” he murmured, his hands feeling up and out to discover the incredible slimness of her waist, her naked skin of warm satin.