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Cafeteria War IV
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Jason groaned wrapped his arms around Haley and held her close as he kissed her neck, loving the way that her skin felt against his lips.
“I thought you said that all you wanted was a kiss,” Haley groaned even as she reached between them and cupped him through his pants.
“It is,” he reassured her. “You’re the one trying to take advantage of me in a broom closet,” he said, licking his lips when she ran her hand down his length and-
“Damn it!” she nearly whimpered, releasing her hold on his cock to answer her cell right around the time when his own cell phone went off, playing the frighteningly familiar tune that they’d programed for the kids’ school.
“Hello,” he said, managing to answer his phone faster than Haley.
“Yes,” he said, trying not to cringe and failed.
There was just something about getting a call from your children’s school that had the power to scare the hell out of you, terrifying you into thinking the worst even as you had to wonder if you were going to need a lawyer to get them out of whatever bullshit they found themselves in this time.
“I’m afraid that there’s been an…incident and that we’re going to need you to come down to the school,” the familiar stern voice of the school’s vice principal said, letting him know with only a few words that his son had seriously fucked up, again.
Sighing heavily, he reached back and rubbed the back of his neck as he allowed his head to drop back and hit the closet door with a loud thud. He really wished that he hadn’t taken a day off today, he decided as he said, “Yeah, I’ll be right down,” wondering just how bad this was going to do turn out.
“I’ll expect you in my office in twenty minutes,” came the response, letting him know just how fucked up this day was day was about to get.
Without a word, Haley released his quickly deflating erection, grabbed his hand, gave it a squeeze as he stepped aside, opened the door and stepped into a familiar scene, one that they didn’t need today.
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