AUTHOR: Half-Pint
The whole class was taken aback at the noise. Everyone jumped out of their own little "romantic" worlds to see Vinyl standing in the doorway staring at Spot and Jack who still had their arms wrapped around each other. Jack looked down and realized his arm was still wrapped around Spot's ass. He looked from his hand to Vinyl and quickly jumped away.
All the mouths were agape in the room, except Half-Pint's and Race's. Well their mouths were agape, but against each others....they had gotten a little too caught up in the kiss. Half-Pint raised her leg around his waist as he ran one hand through her blonde hair and the other feeling her up. Spot glared at them as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of Jack's lips on his.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat loudly at the two, but they weren't letting up. "Excuse me!" He pulled out his pimp cane and poked Race on the back, bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, sorry." he said wiping his mouth and removing his hand from Half-Pint's shirt. He smiled crookedly at her before looking to the doorway, seeing a fuming Vinyl.
"Spot Conlon, why the hell were you kissing my boyfriend?" Vinyl asked placing her hands on her hips. Spot looked her over...he had to admit she was pretty damn sexy when she was mad. "I sent Jack here so he could give me better orgasms, not so he would end up making out with you."
"Chill out Vinyl!" he said tapping his pimp cane on the floor, the pimp cane all the boys in the class were jealous of. "We were just practicing. There were no other girls for him to practice on."
While this whole conversation was taking place, Half-Pint and Race had disappeared, Three and Skittery were about to kill each other...well more like Three was about to kil Skittery who was on the verge of tears. Bitter stood there looking annoyed at Mush's advances while Chel was enjoying Dutchy's endless worshipping of her.
Vinyl narrowed her eyes. "Okay...I guess its fine...BUT, if I EVER catch something like this happening again, I will have to pull Jack out of your school."
Spot wanted to cry out "noooo!" but he held it in and ushered her away with a dignified nod. "Okay Vinyl, Jack and I won't kiss, we'll just...pretend..."
Jack's face fell. He could get used to Spot and could see why Vinyl had spent many a night in his bed. He relunctantly nodded and Vinyl turned on her heels and sped out of the room, furious. She was going to show Jack who's boss tonight.
Spot tapped his pimp cane.
"Okay, where were we?"
"Um, we were about to touch her ass." Mush piped up, receiving a sharp look from Bitter that said 'touch my ass and die'.
"Well, okay, that's just the point. See the look Mush has just received? The girls must be wooed enough by the kiss that they'll let you touch her ass....Okay, practice the kiss...Wait, where are Half-Pint and Racetrack?"
Chel rolled her eyes and pointed to the closet where faint groaning noises were coming from.
"Damn them...they're supposed to act like they've never met." Spot said rolling his eyes. He opened the closet door swiftly to find Race with his pants around his ankles and Half-Pint in a quesitonable position. "Higgins! Pull your pants up right now! If you keep this up, you're going to fail."
Half-Pint wiped her mouth and stood up, laughing to herself. "Keep this up," she repeated giggling.
Racetrack rolled his eyes and pulled his pants up and the two stumbled out, looking at a very amused classroom. He gave them all a nasty look before resuming the "dance position" with Half-Pint.
"Okay, now that you have your hands in the ready position..." Race let his hands fall to grab Half-Pint's ass, "Higgins, I'm watching you! Now....slowly tilt your head and kiss her very, very gently. As you do it, let your hands glide over her ass."
Everyone was following suit and doing an excellent job although Dutchy seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much and Chel began to giggle at him.
"You don't want to make her giggle." Spot said wagging his finger. "That ruins the moment."
Dutchy nodded and returned to the kiss, trying to be more serious.
After noticing a few people were doing it wrong, Spot said, "Well, I know I'm not supposed to do this, but Jack, come here, let's demonstrate...."
He burried his pink lips onto Jack's sending a tingle through both of their bodies. As soon as things got a little too hot and heavy, Spot pulled away, breathless.
"Okay, take a thirty minute break...in the hallway please."
The students nodded and complied. As Half-Pint and Race walked out the door, Spot told them, "Closets are off limit."
They groaned. Jack began to follow them out and as he did so, Spot grabbed him by the sleeve.
"No, Jack...stay...I have something to show you."
END PART TWO.
The whole class was taken aback at the noise. Everyone jumped out of their own little "romantic" worlds to see Vinyl standing in the doorway staring at Spot and Jack who still had their arms wrapped around each other. Jack looked down and realized his arm was still wrapped around Spot's ass. He looked from his hand to Vinyl and quickly jumped away.
All the mouths were agape in the room, except Half-Pint's and Race's. Well their mouths were agape, but against each others....they had gotten a little too caught up in the kiss. Half-Pint raised her leg around his waist as he ran one hand through her blonde hair and the other feeling her up. Spot glared at them as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of Jack's lips on his.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat loudly at the two, but they weren't letting up. "Excuse me!" He pulled out his pimp cane and poked Race on the back, bringing him back to reality.
"Oh, sorry." he said wiping his mouth and removing his hand from Half-Pint's shirt. He smiled crookedly at her before looking to the doorway, seeing a fuming Vinyl.
"Spot Conlon, why the hell were you kissing my boyfriend?" Vinyl asked placing her hands on her hips. Spot looked her over...he had to admit she was pretty damn sexy when she was mad. "I sent Jack here so he could give me better orgasms, not so he would end up making out with you."
"Chill out Vinyl!" he said tapping his pimp cane on the floor, the pimp cane all the boys in the class were jealous of. "We were just practicing. There were no other girls for him to practice on."
While this whole conversation was taking place, Half-Pint and Race had disappeared, Three and Skittery were about to kill each other...well more like Three was about to kil Skittery who was on the verge of tears. Bitter stood there looking annoyed at Mush's advances while Chel was enjoying Dutchy's endless worshipping of her.
Vinyl narrowed her eyes. "Okay...I guess its fine...BUT, if I EVER catch something like this happening again, I will have to pull Jack out of your school."
Spot wanted to cry out "noooo!" but he held it in and ushered her away with a dignified nod. "Okay Vinyl, Jack and I won't kiss, we'll just...pretend..."
Jack's face fell. He could get used to Spot and could see why Vinyl had spent many a night in his bed. He relunctantly nodded and Vinyl turned on her heels and sped out of the room, furious. She was going to show Jack who's boss tonight.
Spot tapped his pimp cane.
"Okay, where were we?"
"Um, we were about to touch her ass." Mush piped up, receiving a sharp look from Bitter that said 'touch my ass and die'.
"Well, okay, that's just the point. See the look Mush has just received? The girls must be wooed enough by the kiss that they'll let you touch her ass....Okay, practice the kiss...Wait, where are Half-Pint and Racetrack?"
Chel rolled her eyes and pointed to the closet where faint groaning noises were coming from.
"Damn them...they're supposed to act like they've never met." Spot said rolling his eyes. He opened the closet door swiftly to find Race with his pants around his ankles and Half-Pint in a quesitonable position. "Higgins! Pull your pants up right now! If you keep this up, you're going to fail."
Half-Pint wiped her mouth and stood up, laughing to herself. "Keep this up," she repeated giggling.
Racetrack rolled his eyes and pulled his pants up and the two stumbled out, looking at a very amused classroom. He gave them all a nasty look before resuming the "dance position" with Half-Pint.
"Okay, now that you have your hands in the ready position..." Race let his hands fall to grab Half-Pint's ass, "Higgins, I'm watching you! Now....slowly tilt your head and kiss her very, very gently. As you do it, let your hands glide over her ass."
Everyone was following suit and doing an excellent job although Dutchy seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much and Chel began to giggle at him.
"You don't want to make her giggle." Spot said wagging his finger. "That ruins the moment."
Dutchy nodded and returned to the kiss, trying to be more serious.
After noticing a few people were doing it wrong, Spot said, "Well, I know I'm not supposed to do this, but Jack, come here, let's demonstrate...."
He burried his pink lips onto Jack's sending a tingle through both of their bodies. As soon as things got a little too hot and heavy, Spot pulled away, breathless.
"Okay, take a thirty minute break...in the hallway please."
The students nodded and complied. As Half-Pint and Race walked out the door, Spot told them, "Closets are off limit."
They groaned. Jack began to follow them out and as he did so, Spot grabbed him by the sleeve.
"No, Jack...stay...I have something to show you."
END PART TWO.
