Page 6 of Counter Bet

“Hall pass?” Mr. Emerson holds his hand out, his mustache twitching.

I hand him my hall pass, rolling my eyes. It’s like he’s taken it upon himself to personally guard these corridors on his quest to find unruly students. Unlucky for him, I have a hall pass and a reason for being out here.

“Alright then,” he says, after studying my hall pass for too long. “It looks genuine.”

I raise my eyebrows.

He holds it out for me. “You may carry on.”

My smile melts butter. “Thank you, Mr. Emerson.”

I’m about to pee myself! I tug on the hall pass, but he won’t let go. “Mr. Emerson?”

This can be cataloged as one of the weirdest encounters of the year. Possibly ever. I finally manage to free it from his clasp. I hold it up between us. “Can I go pee now?”

He sniffs. “Very well.”

I’m bouncing on the spot as he turns on his heel. “Have a great weekend, Mr. Emerson.”

He shakes his head, muttering, “Youngsters!”

He’s too easy to rile up. I clutch the slip in my hand and hurry to the bathroom. My heels click on the floor in the empty hallway. Thank god it’s only around the corner.

As soon as I burst through the door, I stop short. Breathy moans echo in the small room. My bursting bladder is momentarily forgotten as I creep along the short cubicle wall. I peek around the corner and suck in a breath.

Lauren, the mayor’s daughter, a sophomore with curly brown hair, leans against the back wall. My eyes travel past her torn open shirt and exposed breast to the girl kneeling in front of her.

I know that mass of raven hair and those scuffed chunks.

“Aahh!” Lauren moans, fisting her hand in Dallas’ silky strands. “Don’t stop!”

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Since when is Lauren into girls? Not that I’ve ever seen her with anyone, but she is the mayor’s daughter. And Dallas? I thought she was with Ben?

Dallas bites the inside of Lauren’s creamy thigh, marking her perfect skin.

Jealousy twists my insides when Lauren rolls her hips. I’ve never been into girls before, but watching Dallas eat out the mayor’s daughter makes my pussy clench.

Dallas hums low in her throat and moves her head in time with Lauren’s rolling hips, holding her in place against the wall. I can’t believe that I’m watching this like a creeper. My clit throbs. I should leave, but I can’t look away.

“You like that, don’t you?” Dallas purrs in between long strokes of her tongue. She slides her hand down Lauren’s thigh and lifts it up, spreading her open. “Your pussy is so tight!”

Oh, god.

I press my lips together to suppress a whimper of my own. I want to hear her talk like that again.

Lauren cries out in pleasure, her lips smeared with Dalla’s purple lipstick. “Yes! Yes! Oh, God!”

Dallas leans back and sinks her fingers inside Lauren’s pussy. Her smile is filthy. “What would your daddy say? Good little Lauren, having her pussy fingered at school.”

I cover my mouth with both hands, so I don’t squeak out loud in surprise, and I stare wide-eyed as Dallas leans back in.

“Do you want to come?”

Lauren doesn’t hesitate. “Please!”

Right now, she looks nothing like my main rival for valedictorian with her tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and torn shirt. I can’t believe that Dallas could so easily ruin her perfect reputation. If others got wind of this…

Lauren’s knees buckle when she comes. She presses her hands flat to the wall, and her lips part on a soundless cry as Dallas licks up every last drop of her arousal.

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