All it meant was he’d have to put his own leftovers in the microwave instead of me doing it. I was still expected to do the washing up, apparently.... The art class was at the school where I had grown from a girl into a woman. There were good memories in this building and it felt like a comfort blanket when I pulled open the door and walked down the hallway. The door squeaked in the same satisfying way as it had every time I’d been through it. The ghosts of friends giggling and gossiping were. “You’re a virgin; it’ll hurt,” he said. I winced in shame and embarrassment.“Well, I, I, um…”“Who –“ His face immediately contorted into anger.“My hairbrush. The one dad gave me.” Ean’s face shifted into a smile as he peered down to my panties.“Beaten to it by a hairbrush.”“I was thinking about you though. That was when I realized I like you so much. It was the first time I thought about, well, doing this, with you.” I pushed at his shirt again. This time he lifted both his arms up and let me. “Like a wet dream come to life,” I replied, knowing I was taking a chance as I met her gaze.That made her giggle, thank god, as she went back to watching herself pushing her panties down her thighs as I zoomed in on her ass and she continued to masturbate, her hand moving between her legs. It was almost as if she wasn’t aware of it, or maybe she’d forgotten I was there. I didn’t break the spell, so I just watched as she started rubbing her pussy through her shorts, the slightly dark patch now. "But Jim, you have to realize that I'm married. I should be faithful to Rich."In the basement, Rich was watching the entire scene, happening in the hall, on the TV monitor. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening. He was stunned to see Lind and Max standing there."Oh, how are you Mr. Watson? I hope you enjoyed the action so far." Linda said in a condescending voice smiling as she finished."What are you doing here? I thought you guys were going to the TV station." Rich asked them with.