I was still lying on the teacher’s desk, my skin sticking to the cold wood. My breath was coming in short, shaky gasps—"Hnnn... hnnn... ahhh." Jax and Jace were standing over me, looking down at the mess they had made. My skirt was hiked up to my chest, and my legs were wide open, still twitching from the pleasure.Suddenly, we heard a sound in the hallway.Clack. Clack. Clack.It was the sound of heavy shoes hitting the floor. They were coming toward Room 302."Someone’s coming," I whispered, my voice a high, terrified squeak—"Eee-eee-eee!"Jax didn't look scared. He looked at the door, then back at me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the desk. "Under the desk, Mia. Now. If you make a sound, you’re in trouble."I scrambled under the big wooden desk. It was dark and smelled like old paper. I curled into a ball, my bare ass touching the cold floor. The door to the room opened with a loud creak."Jax? Jace? What are you boys still doing here?" It was Mr. Miller, the history teacher.
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