Bethie wasn’t sure whether it was to get even with Todd or to get him back, but she knew it was something she had to do. She dawdled after cheerleading practice, and when she was sure the building was empty, she made her way to homeroom, pulled up her skirt, pressed her pubis against the corner of Todd’s desk, and made small hip motions, nudging her sex, her clit, against the rounded corner. The idea was to drench the edge of Todd’s desk with her girl cum, but at first she found it difficult to reach a sufficient level of juiciness. Her mind insisted on replaying Todd kissing Carol in the otherwise empty art room yesterday afternoon. That slutty Carol! What if they did more than kiss? She’d never forgive Todd. She’d ... She’d bite his dick off. Such thoughts weren’t conducive to arousal. But picturing Todd’s dick, the rugged handsomeness of it in her hand, the taste and texture of it in her mouth, the fabulous force and fullness of it in her cunt, did the trick. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her song of approaching orgasm. “Yes, oh yes, oh yes.” And she was just about to gazz, so close, so close, so close, when she heard the click of the door, and she was too close to stop, too close to do anything but come.

It was Todd. For a moment Beth was elated. Then she was angry. Then she didn’t know what she was.

“Todd, what are you doing here?”

“Looking for you. What are you doing here?”

“Marking my territory while waiting for you.”

He laughed. An uneasy laugh. “Well, here I am. So what happens now?”

“We fuck.”

“Just like that?”

“Why not? Unless you’d rather explain what you were doing with Carol yesterday. And you better not say ‘marking your territory.’”

“We were only ... um ... We were just ... You know in that book we read last semester, Catcher in the Rye, how ‘fuck’ gets changed into ‘book’?”

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at. So you’re saying you were just reading her?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I have no idea what that means.”

“Me neither.”

Beth glared at him. “That’s what I thought.”

Todd hung his head. “Can we still fuck?”