We were a four membered gang in our school. The most notorious but also the class toppers. the teachers gave us all freedom in the school. Actually we...were the big shots of the school. We enjoyed the first sem of that years. But sadly our dear English professor got job in a prestigious college, so he need to move out. A new teacher was appointed instead of him.Our class teachers asked us to meet the new teacher. Four of us went to her cabin. We were awestruck by seeing she. She was a sex bomb.. “Well actually she was asking me to go with her and Trish tonight,” I said.“You’re going out with Delta?” she asked acting shocked.“Well since I don’t have any plans tonight, it sounded like a good idea,” I said. “Look I have to get to class, I’ll talk to you at lunch.”Misty sputtered a couple of times then just stood there while I walked off to class. Wonder what that was about.At lunch Delta was there but not Misty. Delta said that she wanted us to leave right after practice and go out to eat. It was about fifteen miles from the pier to the CBD (Central Business District; a.k.a. downtown), and I was flying it at about eight hundred feet and 30 mph, to let people see me reasonably clearly and to give time for word to get out so I wouldn't have to hang around the CBD waiting for the news organizations to get their people aloft.It took a surprisingly short time for them to react, as I saw the first two helicopters coming my way only ten minutes after I'd taken flight. They were rapidly. “I’m sorry, but that just ain’t doing it. Aren’t you going to use your delicious, hot tongue?” Debbie purred. “I’m sorry too, hun,“ I answered. “I can’t seem to get into the mood.”“Well, if you can’t summon the mood, I guess I’ll have to rain-check ‘till tomorrow. But I don’t wanna keep it on hold too long, babe. Ovulation only goes until Sunday.”I shuffled myself out from under the tent and repeated my apology, which was rewarded with a lukewarm peck on the cheek. Debbie grumped an angry.