They could date properly, slowly and just keep the whole thing very discreet. He could tutor her as if nothing was going on and she could secretly win... at him and open her legs while sitting in the front row as he tried to lecture the group on acting styles. Ah shit, there it was. This was never going to work. What was he thinking? How was he going to get his temporary tenure at the University turned permanent if he was a dribbling fool every time he taught year 1? What an asshole he was for. And my panty, which I'd been tugging upwards along with my dress, could clearly be seen, with the crotch pulled up so tightly that my labia were hanging over each side. To see his reaction, I peeked through my eyelashes and, without being detected, I saw that his eyes were totally glued to my "embarrassingly exposed" pussy lips and the long light-brown pubic hair that wildly stuck out along with them. We were close to emerging into pure daylight, and I began to act as though it was. Jeremy's pals were pretty smart in some ways. They knew that giving these high school kids beer would make their conquests easier, but it would also bring the cops if anyone blabbed. Serving only soft drinks also reduced the otherwise obvious question of their age. If they "couldn't" buy beer, logically they must not be much older than the girls, or so it appeared. In the three years since they had graduated, not one girl had ever raised the question. By nine o'clock, the party guests numbered. The evening was pretty much like last year's dance, except for one surprise. The band had just started a slow song and I stood up to take my lady out on the floor when a husky voice behind me said, "Beth, can I borrow your guy?" I turned around and at first didn't recognize the girl standing behind me. Then it hit me. "Gracie! You look great!" And she did.Gracie was the first of Beth's mice I'd done pictures for. She had been a girl with a beautiful face on the body of a Russian lady wrestler..