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anyway.”
    I stroked my long stick with a smile. “There’s no way in the hell that you won’t feel this.” In a world where I was king I would’ve said, “Shut the fuck up and suck my dick.” I didn’t have the nerves or the time for drama. I just took a deep breath, put my hand on the back of her head, and guided my piece back to her lips.
    She grabbed my dick with an attitude. “You don’t have a problem with doing this without a condom.” She took me in aggressively, like she was trying to suck my soul out of me, and it was good. Her saliva covered me like a warm blanket and her lips were like fluffy pillows, but my beef was far from ready to take a nap.
    â€œDamn, girl.” When I looked down, she was staring up at me and began sucking even faster. My whole piece disappeared into her mouth. “Damn.” I nearly ripped the stalls out of the walls to keep from groaning too loud. “Oh, oh, oh shit.” Trese opened up wide, and as God as my witness, I passed her tonsils and spewed out what felt like my entire blood supply into her throat.
    â€œLet’s go,” I said the moment I was able to think and breathe at the same time. I already regretted it.
    She still had an attitude when we went our separate ways. I promised myself that I wouldn’t mess with her again. She was trying too hard. The fun about being with a girl was trying to break her down; Trese was broken from the jump. I was up for a challenger, not someone that forfeited every game. I’d never been with an older woman, but Trese sucked dick like I was sure women in their forties did, which was a great thing, but also a big turn-off . . . It meant that she had plenty of practice.
    â€œStupid.” I called myself names as I made my way to Ms. Fatrick’s class. Running through the halls, darting around things, all I needed was a ball. I was already seventeen minutes late, and I might as well have fun on the way there. I thought up a lie, but from what I heard, nothing ever worked on this lady.
    â€œWhatever,” I said when I saw the room number. “I’m late. She can’t kill me.” I hoped that I didn’t smell like I had just gotten head, and I hoped that I didn’t look like it either, but I was sure that it beat walking in the room trying to hide an erection.
    It was the first day of school, so if worse came to worse, I could always say that I went to the wrong class. I slung my bookbag over one shoulder, and with sweaty palms I grabbed the knob, pulled the door open, and saw Ms. Patrick standing in front of the chalkboard. “Damn,” I said loudly. This year was already shaping up to be more interesting than I ever imagined.

~Situation #7~
    Paige
    â€œE xcuse me.” I checked my watch and couldn’t believe his audacity. “Besides being twenty minutes late to my class, who are you?” He was too tall to slip in unnoticed.
    â€œTheo,” he answered and took the first available seat, which happened to be right in front of my desk. I already knew who he was. Who wouldn’t? The school, local TV news, and newspapers treated him like he was the Messiah. But he wasn’t getting any special privileges in my classroom. I pretended to need to look at my attendance sheet to know his name. “Do you mean Theodore Lakewood?” I spoke facetiously.
    â€œYes.” He gave me a hint of the winning smile I’d seen on TV so much. “That’s me.” As he made himself comfortable in his seat, he stared at me skeptically, the same way I found most students doing today, trying to be sure that they were in the right class and with the right teacher. “I like to be called Theo, though.”
    Was he serious? “When you’re this late to class, Theodore, I get to decide what you’ll be called.” I smiled and redirected my attention to the class as his ego shrank a little. “I was in the midst of