Sam, meanwhile, was beginning to suffer the after effects of a prolonged session of vodka shots he had been doing with his team-mates from the rugby club. Leaving a couple of disappointed netball girls in his wake, he staggered off to the toilets.
Having struggled up the stairs and into the bathroom, he staged a brief fight with the zip on his trousers before finally getting his pecker out and relieving himself.
"Jesus, sometimes that feeling is better than an orgasm," he thought as the piss cascaded down into the bowl. When he finally finished, he zipped up and stumbled over to the sink and washed his hands. After drying, he opened the door, and then noticed that his laces had come undone. As he knelt down, the door closed and he heard a pair of sighs from the stalls.
"Thank fuck for that, I thought he was going to piss a river!" exclaimed a male voice.
"Never mind that, get back to what you were...aaaaah..." gasped a female voice.
Then all Sam could hear was a soft squelching, coupled with continued feminine sighs. His curiosity piqued, he stood up and tip-toed over to the open stall as quietly as he could. The noises continued, so he eased himself up on to the toilet and peered over the top of the divider to see what he could see. And what a sight it was!
One of the hottest girls in the year, Nicole, was sitting on the closed toilet, her head back and eyes closed with her blonde hair loose around her neck. Her right hand was on top of the male head lapping at her pussy, whilst her left was kneading her right breast, pausing occasionally to pinch the nipple. Her panting was getting quicker and louder, gripping the head of dark hair that was working on her snatch. Sam couldn't make out who it was, but he seemed to know what he was doing, making Nicole squirm and grasp with ever greater intensity. Her left hand now moved down to her clit and started rubbing at a frantic speed. Sam's erection whilst watching was getting harder and harder, but he couldn't risk moving a hand down to give himself satisfaction for fear of losing his balance. Finally, the man at Nicole's cunt brought her to orgasm. She half moaned and half screamed as she began to squirt all over the man's face. The man took her knickers and stuffed them in her mouth to quieten her and, as he moved backwards to stop himself from drowning, Sam recognised him -- Mr Jennings, the history teacher! Sam pulled himself back to stifle a snort of laughter. It was an open secret that Nicole preferred experienced lovers, but this was almost a Daddy complex!
Eventually, the muffled screaming subsided. Then Mr Jennings said
"Right young lady, you've had your fun, now I think you need to return the favour!"
"Yes of course sir," said Nicole in her best imitation of a devout student, and there was some shuffling as they changed positions. Then came the unmistakable sound of trousers being unzipped, and then the moans and sloppy sounds resumed, although at different pitches. Sam risked another peek over the divider and saw Nicole giving Mr Jennings some very obviously superior deep throat action. Nicole was taking it all without gagging, and had one hand at her pussy, with that other massaging Mr Jennings' balls. She still had her skirt up, and Sam could see her knickers on the floor behind her. For a brief second, he imagined finally being able to give his hard on some air, and then getting in behind Nicole to give her a graduation present she would never forget. He shook his head -- he didn't want to get arrested for rape!
Sam quietly got down from his perch, and slid a hand under the divider to get Nicole's panties. Silently padding out, he surreptitiously put them in his blazer pocket, and then allowed the door to slam loudly before emitting a massive guffaw, and shuffling off back downstairs. Although his head was by now more or less clear, he decided to go out for a cigarette and get what he had just seen into the spank bank for later. And who knows, maybe get him somewhere with a spot of black mail as well. His hard on was refusing to go away whilst he dwelt on his thoughts, so he transferred them to the end of his cigarette as he walked out of the hotel and towards a row of hedges where someone else was already enjoying their nicotine fix.
"Hi there Sam, I didn't know you smoked," said a familiar voice.
"Hallo Ms Stevens. How are you?" replied Sam, as he looked his English teacher up and down. She was about five foot six inches in her heels, with bobbed red hair and a figure which, although it appeared to be nice, was usually covered by severe looking suits -- today was no different. This had given rise to speculation as to Ms Stevens sexuality, with the prevailing opinion being that she preferred her female students.
"Have you been having a good time then Sam?" enquired the teacher. "After all, this is the probably the last time you'll all be together."
"Not bad so far thanks," said Sam, "Just needed a break from the beers and what have you."
"Yes, I saw what that means, how you were dancing with those girls from the netball team," said Ms Stevens, her expression suddenly sly.
"I have no idea what you mean," he replied, trying unsuccessfully to look innocent.
"Come on, you don't think we teachers enjoy a good gossip as much as the students? A few of us had a little wager on who would disappear first! Whoever got Tom won the pot. Stupid little me, I picked you."
"Oh really? And why did you did do that?"
