"But…"
"However, there is a way we could both be happy."
"Huh? What's that, Miss Banfield?"
"I want Billy Rolfe, Missy."
"You what?"
"I want him. And you're gonna fix it up so I get him alone, so I can do what you did tonight out there in the weeds with him."
"I…"
"So, you set that up, Missy. You work something out so that I can make it with Billy Rolfe, okay?"
"Can't you just go ahead and do it?" Missy asked.
"Of course not!" Miss Banfield snapped. "You set it up for me."
"Well, gee… I'll try."
"You do it. And, if you do, you'll get an A in history. You'll get a lot more, too."
"Well, jeez… all right then. I'll see what I can do," Missy said.
CHAPTER SIX
Miss Banfield turned and walked away just as Mr. Maxwell stepped up.
"You look gorgeous, Missy," he whispered.
"Thank you sir," she smiled.
Her double ponytails bobbed as she twisted her head to greet him. Her lips had been redone. She glossed them a glistening pink just before she had come in from fucking Billy Rolfe in the weeds.
Her big tits pushed out the tight pink sweater. Mr. Maxwell eyed how her skirt rippled around her thighs, tight and supple. "Why don't we sneak off and play with each other?" he whispered.
"We shouldn't," Missy whispered back. "But I'm so hot just lookin' at you, darling," Mr. Maxwell said.
Missy saw the stirring in the crotch of his slacks. She felt a swoop of excitement seeing his prick rise so quickly. Mr. Maxwell quickly but used his blue blazer so his stiff erection wasn't visible.
"Come on, let's sneak off," he urged. "But where? You know all the rooms are open, and people are in the halls and, stuff," Missy reasoned.
"Meet me in the faculty men's room. No one will come in there," he said.