The kid sitting across from Lisa was just a kid, probably a freshman. He looked nervous. Poor kid. “Sister Dunlap’s not so bad,” Lisa told him. The kid’s eyes showed some hope. “Really?” he said.

“Yeah, it’s not like she’s going to paddle your bare butt. Not if it’s your first infraction.”

“Oh,” the kid said. “Is it your...”

“Nope,” said Lisa. “My fifth. I’m practically a regular. Inappropriate dress. Or maybe it’s indecent dress. If there’s a difference. What do you think?”

“Um, I think you look good.”

“Thanks. What are you in for?”

The kid blushed.

“You can say.”

“Passing notes.”

Lisa nodded. “What was your note about?”

The kid blushed again.

“It wasn’t my note. I mean someone passed it to me. Jenny Wolf.”

“I think I know her,” Lisa said. “Cheerleader. She’s cute.”

The kid nodded. “I wouldn’t give Father Courtney the note. He said I had to read it. Aloud. To the whole class.”

“Did you?”

The kid shook his head.

“Will you tell me what it said?”

The kid fished the note from his pocket.

“Show it to me,” Lisa said. “I won’t bite.”

The kid got up, took the two steps to Lisa and handed her the note.

Lisa opened the page. She smiled when she read it, then handed it back to the kid, who returned to his seat.

“Do you think I’m in big trouble?” he asked, his voice quavering.

“Very big,” Lisa said, then right away, “Just joking. But you know what?”

“What?” the boy asked in a small voice.

Lisa unbuttoned her shorts. Her finger dipped inside. The boy’s eyes went wide. Lisa smiled. Her finger kept moving. The boy shivered. Lisa removed her moistened finger and inserted it into the hole of her fist. She moved her finger in and out. “Do it,” she told the boy, her finger still moving.

The boy unbuttoned. Tugged the zipper down. His cock sprang out. A big one. “Go on,” Lisa said. “Do it. Do it for me.”

The boy’s fist stroked the stalk of his cock. His rhythm matched Lisa’s. Lisa fucked her finger into her fist—faster and faster. The boy followed. Faster and faster. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect—creamy white spurts shooting up just as Sister Dunlap entered the room.