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Alan was extremely drained. Incredibly drained. It wasn't so much thephysical as the mental. Doing something like "torturing" Heather intospilling her secret required him to be at the top of his game mentally,just as if he was taking a big test like the Scholastic Aptitude Tests(SATs) used for college admissions. But it also had a vital anddemanding physical component, and it seemed to be just one of many suchdemanding situations he'd been forced to be in ever since he woke up.The main reason why he didn't have anyone take care of his erectionafter he finished with Heather was because it was so much easier just tolie there and recuperate.

He was grateful for the final school bell because that meantthat he had a four day weekend ahead of him. He envisioned watchingfootball games, playing video games, eating turkey, and generallyvegging out and recovering. Sure, there was bound to be a lot of sex inthere, but it could be more at his pace, and with the core group that heloved the most.

But the bell didn't mean that his school troubles was over.Far from it. As soon as he stepped out of the theater room and into thelittle-used hallway that led to it, Christine was there.

He was so sluggish that it took him some time to mentally register her presence.

Christine by contrast, seemed as fresh, energetic, andmentally sharp as ever. She also seemed worried and peeved with hisdisappearance. She raised an eyebrow and looked to the theater roomdoor.

He thought, Aaaah, shit! What does she know about that?Christine is like some kind of delicate flower. If she finds out thefull depravity of the S-Club, my friendship with her is gonna be cooked.Never mind what goes on at home - her head would completely explode ifshe found out about that! She must know with her "Goody-goody" networkthat I come and go from this room a lot, and she must assume based oneverything she knows about me that sex goes on in there. But if she wereto actually learn the details, that would be a whole different matter.It's like what Glory said earlier: it's one thing to know somethingtheoretically, it's another to see it face to face.

Christine said, "Alan! Thank goodness I found you. Whathappened? I rushed to the tennis courts after school, and you're hereinstead?"

Alan thought, She's on a fishing expedition. I can't give an inch because she knows too much already. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later. Why are you looking so worried?" He began to walk away, hoping she'd follow.

Christine, on the other hand, remained standing by thetheater room door. "All kinds of news! For one thing, Rock is back onschool grounds! He must have left his school early to get here so fast,so it's important! For another, Ryan has his people looking all over foryou. I think their plan is going down right now! This is it!"

"Ooooooh shit. Just what I needed. Is there any way I can putthis off? I'm really not up for it." He began to walk away again, stillhoping she'd come with him. He didn't want her there if someone elsecame out of the theater room, especially if it was Heather.

"I don't know," Christine replied uncertainly, still standing in place. "Where's Amy? Or Katherine?"

"FUCK! Shit, shit, shit! Katherine should be home and okay bynow, but Amy said something about meeting somebody! It's really unusualfor her to meet someone after school. That's totally weird, in fact. Doyou think she's the bait? Come on, let's go! Hurry!" He startedrunning, but not at top speed, because his body was completely wipedout.

"Where are we going?" Christine asked, finally following him.She was surprised at the slow pace he was setting, but guessed he wastrying to save his strength.

Thinking about Heather's recorder, he said, "First, I have togo to Ms. Rhymer's classroom. It'll only take a second, but it'sextremely important. Meanwhile, have you seen my friend Sean?""No."

"Simone?"

"No."

Little did Alan realize, but Simone was lurking just a shortdistance away, waiting for Christine to go away so she could talk toHeather. But Simone was oblivious to Alan's current crisis.

"Anyone else who could help us?" Alan was disturbed by hisextremely short list of useful and potential allies. He thought brieflyabout enlisting the help of some of the girls back in the theater room,but they all seemed so lethargic they would only slow them down. Plus,he didn't see what help they'd be in a physical confrontation mostlyfacing big linebacker types.

As Alan and Christine hustled across the school grounds, Alan yelled, "I think I know where Sean is. This way!"

He made a slight detour from a direct bee-line to Glory's so he could pass where he assumed Sean would be waiting for him.

Sure enough, Sean was there, sitting on a ledge alone, holding his large backpack.

Alan yelled, "Sean! Sean! Come here!"

Sean picked up his pack and hurried to Alan. He caught up and began jogging along with the other two. "What's going on?"

Alan said as he ran, "Come with us! It's very, veryimportant! I'll explain later!" Since he was tired and winded, he didn'tsay any more.

As they all rounded a corner to head into the school building, suddenly they came face to face with two very bulky linebackers.

Since Alan was leading the way, he had the hardest timestopping without running into them, but he managed, just. He drewhimself up into a boxing stance, even though his only knowledge of howto fight came from watching movies like "Rocky." Sean and Christinesimilarly moved into fighting stances.lights

The linebackers just stood there like bouncers guarding theentrance to a nightclub. One of them laughed, and said, "Plummer. Areyou and your friends looking to get your asses kicked? Never mind,that's not what we're here for. I was told to tell you to come to theguy's locker room immediately. Ryan is there and he wants to talk."

Realizing a fight wasn't imminent, and already knowing thatRyan was looking for him, Alan dropped his stance and edged his way pastthe two muscular giants. "I know already. I'll be there." He and hisfriends kept walking.

But the one that had spoken grabbed Alan by the collar. "Areyou as dumb as you look? The lockers are that way." He nodded in thedirection from where Alan had just come.

"I know that," Alan griped. "Jesus! I'll be there in less than five minutes. Now, leave me alone."

The two linebackers seemed satisfied with that and startedwalking in one direction while Alan and his two friends continuedhastily in the other. Soon they were leaping up the stairs to the secondfloor where Glory's classroom was.

Alan, in his adrenaline-charged excitement, pounded on thedoor. "Glory! It's me, Alan! I'm here with some friends! Please open up!It's an emergency."

Glory was in a bad way. Ever since lunch, her naughty andincreasingly exhibitionist side had taken control. She had kept the BenWa balls inside her pussy for all of her last two classes and still hadthem inside her now. She was on such an erotic high that it seemed everymove she made, every single step she took around the classroom, shealmost reached a climax. Almost, but not quite. It was delightfullymaddening. She wondered how it was possible her fifth and sixth periodstudents didn't notice anything odd. Luckily, she'd only done this kindof thing with her fourth-period class before, so she figured the excuseshe gave that she was feeling under the weather would be believed.

It had been five minutes since school let out and about twominutes since the last student had left her classroom. Glory had beengoing wild. She had her legs spread wide and her feet up on the desk asshe had just frigged herself to an extremely satisfying conclusion. Shewas so worked up that she was already starting in on reaching another.

But the knock on her door sent her into a panic. She wouldhave pretended not to be in at all except that it sounded like Alan hadsome kind of real emergency. She jumped up, wobbling dangerously whenher Ben Wa balls "jumped up" with her and wouldn't stop moving. Then shefound a can of air freshener and some wipes in her purse. With one handshe tried to wipe her thighs and pussy clean of her juices and with theother she madly sprayed the air freshener all around. Meanwhile shecried, "I'm coming! Just a minute!"

Straightening out her far-too-short skirt, she tried to calmher breathing and walk normally to the door. However, she still had theBen Wa balls within her and they made walking a delightful eroticexperience. Even though she'd climaxed a minute or so ago and her pussywas positively worn out from hours of excitement, she immediately wantedto cum again. And again. As she reached to open the door, she prayedthat Alan didn't want to start something sexual with her because sheknew that in her current state she would fold like a house of cards.

She'd heard Alan say he was with some friends, but she wasnonetheless surprised when she opened the door and found Sean andChristine there as well. She knew Sean and Alan were good friends ofcourse, but her gossip network was silent so far on why Alan andChristine were together so frequently all of a sudden. Knowing Alan'ssexual prowess, his past history of unsuccessfully asking her out, andChristine's busty chest and stunning looks, she leaped to the conclusionthat Alan and Christine must be lovers.

So she opened the door not only looking frazzled, sweaty, and harried, but also shocked and awed.

Alan closed the door behind him and said, "Sean, Christine,Ms. Rhymer, you all know each other already. Ms. Rhymer, these two arehelping protect me from the football players. I think they're out tohurt me again. We've gotta run, but first I need to check something."

He rushed to the front corner desk Heather had indicated and began feeling around the underside of the desk.

Very gingerly and slowly, Glory walked over to that side ofthe room where Sean and Christine stood already. As Alan continued tosearch, she asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Dammit! Nothing here!" Only paying half attention to thequestion, he answered, "Uh, Heather supposedly confessed that she- a-ha!Wait!" He'd tried under the desk, under the seat, and just abouteverywhere he could think of, but found only wads of old gum. However,he finally went a little deeper between two support bars where there wasa one-inch space and found a small round object that fit perfectlyinside that crack. He couldn't believe how small the fancy electronicgizmo was.

He pulled it out and held it up for inspection. "Here we go.Heather confessed that she left this here. She was hoping to catch you,Glory."

Sean interrupted, "How did you find that out?!" He was always very keen to know what went on between Alan and Heather.

Alan looked around at his present company and decided thatdiscretion was the better part of valor. "The cheerleaders just toldme." He kept an eye on Christine - did she with her high intelligenceput two and two together and figure out what he'd been doing in thetheater room just now? He decided not to even think about that, andpressed on. "I guess this is some kind of bug or recorder or something.We should examine it later. But the point is, she was going to keep thishere until you said something incriminating and then, I assume,blackmail you."

Glory was so hopped up on an erotic high thanks to the Ben Waballs, and just plain shocked on top of that, that she stood silent.Finally, she muttered, "That bitch!"magic

Alan handed the object to Glory. "We've got to run, so whydon't you check this out? I trust you'll destroy it or otherwise takecare of it."

Glory nodded. She still looked wide-eyed and wild.

Alan finally slowed down enough to take a better look atGlory and noticed something odd about her. He also glanced at Christineand saw that she was looking at Glory curiously too. But he pressed on,"Actually, I'm about to run off to a potentially big confrontation andit would be great to have a teacher there. Can you come?"

Glory thought for some moments. She looked at how the threestudents stood eagerly and she realized they were ready to literallyrun. She thought, Run? In the state I'm in, I can't even walk! Evenif I somehow get these Ben Wa balls out of me without them noticing, Ican barely do more than stand in this short skirt with no panties. Andeven if I had a longer skirt, I'm in such a state of sexual arousal thatI'd probably lose it totally before we even left the building. Even if Itake a few minutes to compose myself, what about the skirt?! Oh damn.What have I become?! Alan needs my help and I'm not there for him!

Seeing the three of them look at her with increasingcuriosity, she knew she'd have to answer fast. "Uh, actually, as you canprobably see, I'm feeling quite ill. I think I ate something at lunchthat didn't agree with me. Do you need me in particular or can anyteacher do?"

Alan quickly answered, "Any teacher, really."

Glory mentally breathed a great sigh of relief even as she tried to remain poker-faced. ThankGod for that! That just saved me from making a complete fool and publicspectacle of myself. Even though he and I can no longer be together, Istill very much want to help him if he needs me.

The relief in her face was evident as she said, "Why don'tyou try Mr. Jackson next door? I think he said something about having tostay after school all this week to work on some things." Mr. Jacksonwas Alan's somewhat elderly art teacher. He was generally friendly andsympathetic to Alan.

Alan had been with Glory all throughout lunch and knew shedidn't eat a bite. He could tell that her behavior and appearance wasstrange all around. But he'd have to wait to ask her about her conditionsome other time. He just nodded and said "Thanks! We'll do that!" Andthen he and his friends rushed off again, closing the door behind them.

Glory staggered back to her desk and sat back on it. She let out a big breath. Phew!What a day! That was a close one. But now I've done it! I've resistedthe temptation. I've survived this thankfully short week and passed thedanger point. By Monday, my withdrawal from my Alan addiction should beover. And now I find out he's doing Christine, too! Does he have noshame?! That's even more reason for me to sexually avoid him. I shouldbe relieved. Very relieved. I can go back to normal now. I need to bethere to help him and straighten him out, not give in to my selfishlust. Look what happened just now where I couldn't give him the timelyhelp he needed because I was acting like an even bigger slut thanHeather. This is the last time I come to school without panties, that'sfor sure!

She sat back to further rest and recover. I should feelgood. I made it. But why do I feel so empty? And why do I still havethese Ben Wa balls in me? Have I crossed some kind of line of sexualdepravity that I can't get back from? No matter what choice I make, I'mbound to feel bad about it.

Despite still feeling so horny she could scream, Glorysilently wept at her predicament and especially at her inability to helpAlan when he really needed her.