Her eyes opened to slits and she stared at my moving hand.

"I came this close." She held up her finger and thumb. "This fucking close to coming on his hand, Trace. And I would have, if I didn't hear Mr. Kelscher yelling for us!"

Jeannie laughed as I sat up straight in my chair!

"Kelscher!" I shouted. "What did you guys do?"

"Well, he couldn't see us, 'cause we were around the corner from him, so he got tired of yelling for us, and went back in. But we noticed that we were ten minutes late for his class too!"

"Miss a class, buy a week," I said, remembering the rule of summer school. "Bummer," I groaned.

"Bummer is right! So, I'm scrambling, trying to get my blouse buttoned, and my hair back together, cause I figured I could sweet talk Kelscher into 'forgetting'." I smiled, remembering how Kelscher would get red faced whenever Jeannie or I would "flirt" with him.

"So," Jeannie went on, "I'm reasonably presentable, and I look over, and Al." She broke up again. "Al was trying so hard to get this monstrous hard-on back into his pants!" Her smile faltered as she remembered. "I knew he'd never do it, so I had to help him!"

Her eyes got that lusty look again, and her voice was dreamy when she continued.

"I walked over to him, and told him to lie back down on the grass. When I kissed him, I covered the hand that was holding his cock, and started to stroke it real slow, while bending my knees to join him."

"I smiled at him as I started to jerk him off faster. I told him that he'd better come quick if he didn't want an extra week of school, but he knew I was kidding by my grin. I was so hot jerking him off there! I did want to get to class, yes, but more than that, I wanted so bad to see him shoot!"