Then, though I knew it might be painful for her, I thrust my cock back into her cunt, twisting to bite and gnaw on her nipples all the while. As I fucked her, I mentally suggested that we meet again the next week, where she could continue to reward me for helping her. Without thinking about the consequences, I also restored knowledge that I was indeed Jason, her student, and that she should give me an "A" in her class. In my hurry to fill up her pussy with my cum, I didn't even notice the panic-stricken guilt in her face.

My first inkling that I'd messed up came in school the next day when I encountered three of my friends.

"We saw you in Hampton's car yesterday," Marcotti said to me in an insinuating voice. "And you weren't headed towards your house, either."

"No, that wasn't me," I said aloud, projecting the thought to him at the same time.

"It wasn't him," Marcotti repeated, obviously out of context with the conversation.

"Yes it was," Stern piped in, giving Marcotti an odd look. "You're the one who said it was him in the first place," he added.

"Yeah," added Carter. "And you're the one who told everyone else, that, too."

While I didn't like to mess with my friends, this had to be taken care of, and quickly. But after a quick brain scan of all three of them, I found that they'd each told dozens of other people. And if that was the case, then practically the whole school would know by now. Clearly I needed to think this through. I was just getting ready to 'change their minds when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was amazed to see Ms. Hampton, accompanied by Mr. Thurmond, the principal. Unprepared for this, I felt myself blush deep red, causing my friends to grin even wider. Dummy! I scolded myself. You need to control your reactions better than this. I saw Ms. Hammond and Mr. Thurmond share a look; my blush evidently confirmed their theory, whatever it was. The only thing I could do was go along with it and try and fix it all later.

As we settled into Mr. Thurmond's office, I finally took the time to deeply scan Ms. Hammond's mind. Three important facts immediately surfaced. One, Ms. Hammond and Mr. Thurmond were married - but separated! Two, they'd been working on getting back together, and she was worried that I'd thrown a monkey-wrench into things. And three, she'd told Mr. Thurmond everything about our encounter the previous day! No wonder she was worried.

I quickly tuned out Thurmond's lecture, knowing that I'd be fixing things between them. After all, it's one thing to take some sexual pleasure from someone. It's quite another to ruin their lives for it. Even as a teenager I could tell the difference between right and wrong.

Scanning both of them, I quickly saw the best way to patch over this unfortunate incident. Just a few adjustments to their memories, and voila, we were suddenly talking about my amazing transformation from a "C" student to an "A" student. As Thurmond blathered on about my accomplishments, I took the opportunity to eavesdrop on a recent memory I found in both of their minds. His was the strongest, so I dropped in...

...to find the two of them locked in a passionate embrace, their lips urgently seeking the others, their tongues writhing like snakes. He looks down at her and knows he must have her again. He senses guilt. Did he seduce her? Did she seduce him? It's not part of their agreement, but he must give her pleasure, and take his own.

He unzips the back of her dress and pushes the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, and then pulls the fabric to her waist. Her black lacy bra accentuates her cleavage; it's been so long since he buried his head there. He feels an irresistible urge to munch on her breasts, to actually bite and chew them as if he could consume them. Submerging this urge, he instead bends and suckles her nipples through the bra, knowing that she's completely vulnerable there. His cock is hard within his pants. He purposely presses it against her leg so she knows how much he needs her. He expected her to protest this breach, and had actually planned to show his good faith by rolling off her at the first sign of protest. But only her moans and gasps reach his ears.