Team Mates by Alana Church Page B

it quick, Alan thought. Get it over with and go home. The thoughts were sane and rational, but the way his body reacted when Stacie came into the kitchen to join Tabitha was anything but. His mouth grew dry with desire, and his cock swelled in his khakis, lengthening down his thigh, an ominous, misshapen bulge clear to the view of both girls.
     
    “Are...” he stuttered and cleared his throat. “Are your parents here, Tabitha?”
     
    “No, Mr. Glassman,” the busty redhead replied, darting an unfathomable glance at Stacie. “They're at the movies. They won't be back until this evening. Late.”
     
    Alan dropped his head. “This was a mistake,” he muttered. “I should have known better.” He sighed and raised his eyes to meet Tabitha's. As he did, Stacie walked around the perimeter of the kitchen, sipping at a bottle of water she had pulled out of the refrigerator. As she slipped out of her teacher's view, her nimble fingers silently turned the lock of the deadbolt in the front door, making sure Mr. Glassman's escape route would not be an easy one. Mr. Glassman might not have understood the look Tabby had given her, but she did, and her belly was roiling with a combination of fearful anticipation and lust.
     
    “I just wanted to tell you both,” their coach continued, “that I have no intention of telling anyone what I saw yesterday night. In fact,” he said, somewhat desperately, “I think it would be best if we all pretended it never happened at all.”
     
    “That's...very kind of you, Mr. Glassman,” Tabby said. “I have to say Stacie and I were both a little worried. Weren't we, Stacie?”
     
    “We sure were,” Stacie agreed, her soft voice so close to his ear that he nearly jumped out of his skin. “But we're not anymore. Worried, that is,” she said with a mysterious smile, stepping around to face him. “Why aren't we worried, Tabby?” she asked.
     
    “Because we're going to fuck Mr. Glassman today, aren't we?” purred the sexy redhead, stepping forward so she was at her lover's side.
     
    “What? Wait! No! No no no!” Alan said frantically, trying to back away. His efforts were futile, however, as Stacie wrapped her arms around him in a gentle hug. He felt her hands caress his back, then slide down to the curves of his buttocks, and froze, looking down at her.
     
    She was a vision of teenage beauty, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, her dark brown eyes dilated with desire, so deep he felt he could drown in them. Her pink lips were slightly parted, and he could see her chest heaving in time with her deep breaths, her hard nipples poking out into the thin cloth of her t-shirt. Her long, tan legs swept downward from narrow, athletic hips, giving her a height that nearly matched his own.
     
    “It's only fair, Mr. Glassman,” said Tabby softly. “We showed you ours last night. Now you have to show us yours.” She pulled off her shirt, exposing her magnificent chest, flushed a bright pink with arousal. “I know you want us,” she said softly, laying a gentle hand on the inside of his thigh, where his erection pulsed madly, fighting for release. An unwilling groan tore from his lips as she caressed his hot, steely length. “Come upstairs and play.”
     
    “No one will know,” Stacie added. “It will be our secret. We love each other. And we want to love you. Don't you want to love us?” she finished, her voice soft and sad.
     
    “This....can't be happening,” Alan said, shaking his head. He felt dazed, confused, as if this were some sort of fever-dream, brought on by too many late-night fantasies.
     
    “It's happening, Mr. Glassman. Or can I call you Alan?” Stacie asked, a wicked dimple appearing in the curve of her cheek. “I've wanted you since the first week of school. And now I'm going to have you. If you want. If you're brave enough.”
     
    “And what happens afterward?” Alan asked, stung by Stacie's words. “I have to think about my future. Is this