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but every once in a while they run down to touch my earlobe. I can feel his cock pressing against my back. “Did you . . . ?” His fingers run down the side of my neck and down my shoulders, avoiding my breasts and moving to my cock.
    â€œWhat if someone from the team comes in?” I say, but already I’m turning and running my hands up under Richard’s shirt, childishly pawing for breasts that aren’t there.
    â€œLet them,” Richard whispers, and he leans close to kiss me, and a voice out in the hallway says, “I’m just going to do one more sweep.” And there’s the sound of a walkie-talkie hissing static. Richard’s eyes have gone wide. There’s another burst of static, and a voice says something I can’t hear.
    I undo the front of Richard’s pants, and he’s frozen with fear. I run my tongue up the length of him, and the man outside the bathroom coughs and says, “What was that again?” as I take Richard as deep as I can. I don’t know if it’s the fear or the role-playing, but he comes.
    I’m so startled that I almost cough out loud, and I pull off of him while he’s still flexing. Come lands on my face, and then on the floor between us as I move backwards. He’s still sitting on the sink, and his legs are spread out for balance, with his cock glistening in the streetlight. My cheerleader.
    We get back to the car, and we’re laughing about it. “We weren’t really in any danger,” I say, throwing the Polaroids on the back seat with the camera. “He would have walked in and what? Arrested two hot high school lesbians in the middle of fucking? It would have been a dream come true.”
    â€œDear Penthouse ,” Richard says as we begin to move. “I never believed that something like this could ever happen to me, but I was working security at the elementary school the other night, and I walked in on this hot lesbian cheerleader eating out her friend’s shaved pussy.” On the right we’re coming up on the school, and I can see the little security car, with two men standing beside it. They don’t look up as we cruise past. “I don’t know why they were in an elementary school at night,” Richard says, “but I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
    Alex and Michelle are waiting at Michelle’s house, holding hands. The place stinks of lesbian sex, and I hope that Richard doesn’t want to stay here tonight. The smell seems to be bothering him too, or the fact that they’re holding hands.
    â€œHow’d it go?” Richard says to Alex, and she shrugs, looking sidelong at Michelle. The two of them laugh, and Richard turns to me. “We were almost caught,” he says. “There was a security guard on duty.”
    â€œI hope there wasn’t a security guard on duty at our school,” Alex says, and Michelle rolls her eyes.
    Richard’s trying to smile, but not doing a very good job of it.
    â€œWere you a guy or a girl when you fucked her?” he says, and Alex shrugs again. I wonder if I shrugged that much when I was seventeen. Did everyone want to throttle me constantly?
    â€œNot really any of your business, is it?” Alex says.
    â€œWe’ll give you a call in the morning,” I say to Michelle, and she nods and walks us to the door. We leave the box of remaining books by the shoes.
    In the car Richard is quiet. He doesn’t say anything until we’re standing in his living room. “You can take the bed if you want,” he says. “I feel like sleeping on the couch.”
    His bed is comfortable, and I don’t mind sleeping alone. I take his cellphone with me and, sitting on the edge of his bed, I punch in Mrs. Hubert’s number. It’s almost three in the morning. She answers on the first ring.
    â€œGood morning, Mrs. Hubert,” I say. “I was just wondering if I could ask