I saw him gaze over to the door as the last student slowly grazed out of the room."I've missed you," he said, leaning in for a kiss. I giggled as our ...ips touched."It's been one day." I know, but it's felt like an eternity." Oh, Mr. English Teacher with your similes," I said, mocking him."Very funny." He walked over and locked the door, shutting the blinds."What's up?" I asked, very curious."I have a free period now... So, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out," he said, removing his. It had been sports day at school. As it was at the end of the day, most of the girls did not shower. They just changed back into their school uniforms to leave. Only about 6 girls including myself had showered. I took my time in the shower and drying off as I wanted to be one of the last to get dressed, as I had an idea I didn’t wanted to put my bra back on, and I had a spare pair of small white panties to wear under my uniform on the way home.I did not have very big boobs yet, so the not. The staging of the little tableau was deliberate; the positions chosen less for her comfort, and more for the benefit of the cameras. The website Marcel ran was subscription-based and special-invite only, with internet viewers paying upwards of forty pounds an hour to watch. But this session was different. For one thing, only one invitation had been sent out; its recipient enjoying the show for free. For another, Jodie wasn’t getting paid for her acting skills. Tonight was about testing. Surely he couldn't be serious. I laughed and said, "Get real, Carl. Come on, help me out." I already told you what my time was worth, so fuck off."Carl turned to walk away again. "Hold on ... I didn't say I wouldn't do it, but you guys can't tell anyone, ever." Damn, I couldn't believe my own ears. I was half drunk."Let's go then, hop in the back with Tim." Carl said.We were no sooner out of the driveway when Tim lowered his jeans and underwear. I had never done anything queer other than jerk.