“Thanks,” Kathy said, and later, kids.”

To Dallas, she said, “I’m putting on my clothes, darling. We can split in just a minute.”

She took him by the hand to lead him from the room. Twice, they bumped in writhing, interlocked bodies, but there were only grunts following them. He heard some girl hissing violently: “Put it in her cunt, man-in her cunt!”

Dallas tried to imagine what was happening there, but couldn’t get it together, knowing only that at least three of them were embroiled in that particular bit of action. The party had turned into an orgy, and he’d joined it.

His head was clearing as his cock went down, and Dallas thought that the best possible move for him to make now was to get the hell out of the building. If anything came up, he could always claim he’d eaten something that tore him up and had to go home early. He was going home now, but not sick, he was holding hands with the most alluring kid in his class, the girl he had just finished fucking. And he sure as hell meant to fuck her some more tonight.

“My car’s over there,” he said, blinking at the street light when they left the building. “Try to keep low, Kathy.”

“Sure,” she said, and ducked into the VW. “I understand, darling.”

He drove directly to the little house he rented on the edge of town, glad now that it was secluded and masked by high lilac bushes. Parking the Bug in the carport, he guided Kathy, holding her by an elbow, steering her into his bachelor pad and drawing the drapes before he switched on a light.

She looked delicious, and her eyes met his with out false shame. Back straight and her fine tits proud, Kathy Collins said, “We’ve got most of the night, teacher. My parents think I’m staying over with Blythe Jackson. You teach me English, darling, can you teach me some sex, too?”