Damn, her voice was sexy. Even though he knew she was just joking around he felt his cock surging to life. Then Laurie made things worse by whispering "I bet you'd like to rip my clothes off with your claws until I have 'bearly' anything on. And then you could bend me over and ride me 'bear' back. Yeah... I'd like that. It would be so fucking sweet. You look like a teddy, but I bet you're hung like a grizzly!"
That did it. His cock bulged outward, pressing against the fur in his crotch, tenting it forward. He tried to cover it with his big blue paws but Steffie noticed and pointed at it. "Oh, gross! He's popping wood!" The girls started laughing like crazy and letting out ear-splitting shrieks, like only teenage girls can do.
Well, not all of them. The tall girl, Laurie, blushed and made a funny, apologetic face, "Oops. Sorry dude. I didn't mean to... uh... do that to ya. Hey, I owe ya one."
He pushed past the girls desperately, almost certainly rubbing his boner against one or two of them as he stumbled past. He paid for the medicine as quickly as possible, and left the store holding the bag over his boner. The girls wanted to chase him, but he heard Laurie holding them back.
"Let him go girls, we don't want to 'bruin' his day." The girls groaned at the worst pun so far, and Killian was free.
•
Meanwhile...
"Alyson, please let me in. I need to make sure you're okay."
Lindsey looked at her watch. Alyson had been locked in the bathroom for ten minutes, doing who knew what with the photos she'd taken on her cell phone. But at least Ayako and Brandi had finally settled down, thanks to the Valium she'd given them. They were dozing in bed, cuddled in each other's arms.
Lindsey whispered, "Alyson... believe it or not, I understand what you're going through. Okay, I don't know your exact situation at home, but I do know your mother, so I have a good idea what kind of crapola she's been feeding you about homosexuality."
She heard Alyson's voice softly say, "She's just quoting the Bible."
Lindsey sighed. "The Bible is long, Alyson, and chock-full of beautiful stories and parables... and a lot of boring crap too, including endless lists of persnickety ancient laws, some of which are so outmoded that nobody follows them anymore. People like your mother like to cherry-pick the bible to support their prejudices. Well... it's human nature. All I can say is that if it's evil to lick pussy, then I guess I'm evil. But I don't think so."
"It don't matter what you think, or what I think. She thinks lesbians are an abomination. If she found out about me... fuck. I don't want to be this way, Mrs. Foster."
"I know baby, but you are. Let me tell you a little story. When I was a kid, my family spent a week in Boston. One day we took a road trip out to Cape Cod, because my mommy spent a few summers there as a kid and wanted to show it to my sister and me. We drove all the way out to Provincetown, which is a beautiful little village way out at the very end of the peninsula. My daddy came to a stop near the center of town, and right away he noticed several same-sex couples walking around holding hands... in public! In front of god and everybody! He grimaced and made a nasty comment in Spanish. I don't know what he said, but my mother was totally offended and just about tore him a new asshole. A few minutes later he saw a couple of guys kissing on a park bench, and that was it for him. He turned the car around, ignoring my mother's protests, and drove straight back to Boston. Daddy didn't know that Provincetown is a gay Mecca... they comprise almost a fifth of the population, in fact. '
"Well, that night my parents had such a huge fight that Daddy never said anything disparaging about gays in front of me or my sister again, but it was too late. We already knew his opinion, so when we got older and started liking girls... well, we had no choice but to keep it a secret from him. And then we found out our mother is bisexual too, and also our aunt! Poor daddy... he still doesn't know that he's surrounded by pussy-eaters.
"The point I'm trying to make is that I love my Daddy, but I couldn't be who he wanted me to be. I didn't even try. That's just not the way the world works. You have to live your life or you'll whither away."
Lindsey fell silent, thinking about the many ways that she still needed to learn that lesson. She'd married the man who made her pregnant because Daddy told her it was the right thing to do. And she'd lived an artificially monogamous life for years, trying to fit into that mold.
But on the flip side... for the last few days she'd been suddenly reverting to that crazy little cock-whore she'd been in high school and college. It felt great, but at what cost? She'd had sex so far with four high school students, one total stranger, her boss and her sister! As a result she was in serious danger of losing her job, her family, her dignity.... her whole life!
Hmmm... maybe this advice isn't so great after all.
She cleared her throat and said, "You're only eighteen, Alyson. There's plenty of time for you to work through this stuff. You don't have to solve all these problems right this second. Just give it time. Give it time."
Alyson finally opened the bathroom door, much to Lindsey's relief. Lindsey was once again stunned by the naked redhead's beauty, in spite of the magic-marker tattoo Brandi had drawn all over her torso.
Alyson was weeping bitterly. "I'm so confused, Mrs. Foster!"
Lindsey held Alyson's chin up and looked into her green eyes. Her pupils were still dilated, but not as bad as before. "You're just having a weird reaction to those joints you smoked. I think they were laced with something..."
"No, Mrs. Foster. Not possible. My friend Amy gave them to me!"
Amy Gleason? Shit, that girl's a major cokehead! But then again, so was I when I was her age. And I doubt she'd play a trick like this. She's a sweet girl.
"Well whatever the cause, you're tweaking like crazy. But I have something that can level you out a bit. Are you allergic to any medicines, sweetie?" Alyson shook her head, so Lindsey gave her a Valium.
Then Alyson hugged her tight and wept into her shoulder. Meanwhile, Lindsey reached around Alyson and picked her phone off the counter and looked through the photos Brandi had taken of Alyson's crazy magic-marker tattoo. In the last one, Lindsey could be seen reflected in the mirror, leading Ayako into the room.
Shit!
One of Ayako's bare breasts was hanging out of the loose uniform. And Dana Lee's naked, sleeping body was visible in the background. Lindsey deleted that picture first.
I'd rather not have to explain that one. Damage control, Lindsey, damage control.
Then she deleted all but one picture, leaving it for Alyson to remember this crazy night, if she wanted to
.
When that was done, Lindsey held Alyson at arm's length and examined the black marker drawing that covered her torso and face. "Now, what are we going to do about this? You can't march this way."
Alyson barely registered the comment. She was looking past Mrs. Foster at the love of her life sleeping naked on the bed.
Dana Lee... Dana Lee...
She looked into the eyes of her beloved English teacher and started to blubber. "She'll never love me, will she Mrs. Foster? She'll never, never ever, ever love me."
Lindsey hugged Alyson and stroked her long red hair. "Never say never, Alyson." She smiled with the secret knowledge that Dana Lee had been planning to kiss Alyson as soon as they were alone together, but obviously the moment hadn't presented itself yet.
Maybe I should tell Alyson. That would cheer her up... but no... I better not spoil Dana Lee's surprise. Besides, this is no time to play matchmaker. I need to clean her up so she can perform this afternoon!
Lindsey didn't want to wake up the girls, so she put a robe on Alyson, then led her down the hall to her room. Just before she got there, she heard the elevator ding, so she hustled Alyson inside.
