They high fived each other and congratulated themselves on their clever ploy to prevent their paddling.“Hey you can’t be in here. You have to get ...ut of here.” Becky smartly told the principal.“Becky, finish your business and get back to class unless you want to take part of their paddling!”“This is Rebecca of Moon High heading back to class.” Becky said as she wiped her wet hands across her jean-clad bottom.Marcia and Pat were perplexed, befuddled and filled with fright.While their bottoms. What did you want to talk about?" Karly looked at me. She didn't say anything for a second. Finally she said, "I wanted to do more."I just stared at her, in shock. I finally got to where I could respond, and I said to her, "More what?" She responded quietly, "With you."I had no clue what she was referring to, looking at her stupidly, so I finally said, "What more did you want to do?" I wanted to do that for you. I was super turned on. I told you." I laughed, and said, "Yeah. You left me with a. I swear my pussy leaked fluid which was now running down the inside of my thigh. Instead of feeling scared, it sparked a need in me; a desperation of sorts.As I saw it, there were two options: he could leave and report me and I would regret my actions for the rest of my life, or he could take advantage of the situation.I was so relieved he chose the latter when his hand inserted itself up my skirt and cupped my hungry wet sex. Before I knew it, I was turned around and pushed onto the desk. My. Well, guy stuff: like giving each other blowjobs whenever the mood hit. Not too long ago we had added anal sex, and even kissing, to our sexual repertoire. It's not like we'd declared ourselves an exclusive couple or anything - we even still talked about women we'd like to get with - but the intensity level of our sex was on an upward trajectory.Anyway, we hadn’t seen each other for a few days. We were both just out of college and starting new careers that kept us busy during the week, so we.