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After an exciting game in which Jeremy lead the lions to a 54-23 victory, he showered quickly and dressed in the suit he’d left hanging in his locker. Bethany joined him at the door to the school gym where the dance had already started. Loud music, gyrating bodies, and flashing colored lights lit the area and everyone seemed to be having a good time.

He and Bethany danced close even during the fast songs. He loved the feel of her body next to him, the way he could smell her sweat under her perfume, and the sweep of her neck as it met the side of her head. She loved to be kissed there, it was his favorite spot.

“Mmm, this is nice,” Bethany said.

“Hell, ya,” Jeremy replied.

“You played wonderfully, Doh-doh brain.”

“You cheered us to victory, Beth.”

“Aww, we just did our best.”

“Well, it sure helped to know you were there.”

“Are you still...well..”

“No changes since I left your house, thank God.”

“Good!” she grinned impishly. “Does this mean we can sneak into the teachers’ lounge and I could...”

Bethany leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Suck your hard cock?”

“Mmmmm, I like the sound of that.”

She grinned. “Yeah?”

“Let’s go.”

“Let me use the ladies’ room real quick, babe?”

“Of course, I’ll meet you there,” Jeremy whispered, and Bethany darted off, smiling her devilish smile.

***

“Mmmm, here you are, lover.” The girl entered, the teachers’ lounge, and Jeremy felt a thrill flood through his body.

“Mhmm.”

“Miss me?” she said, sliding into Jeremy’s arms.

“Every minute.” It was so dark it was hard to see her face.

“Well, let’s do something about that.” She kissed him on the mouth, then the neck, and Jeremy felt himself warming, his cock straining to be free.

She rubbed his hardness through the material of his pants and Jeremy felt himself stiffen in her grasp.

She slid down his body, unzipping his pants and stroking him. The warmth of her hand on his throbbing shaft gave Jeremy goosebumps. He moaned as she kissed the tip of his shaft, gasping as her wet, hot mouth slid his head inside, tongue flickering over the opening in the tip, before taking him in fully.

“Ohhh God, yes, Beth...that feels soo good!” he slid his hands into her hair, urgent with need.

She licked his shaft from bottom to top, tickling his testicles with her long nails before taking him in again, her mouth full of his thickness.

“God, baby, slow down. Jesus, you...” he panted, rising as she sucked him hard, sliding his cock in faster and faster.

“Wait!” he panted. “You’re going too fast...I’m going to—”

Suddenly, the light flicked on in the room.

“What the actual fuck is going on in here?” a voice said, loudly.

Jeremy couldn’t help himself. He came in her mouth and she greedily licked up every drop.

“Ahh, Fuck!” he said, unable to pull away from her somehow, and he looked over to the doorway to see...

“Bethany?” he said or tried to say as he was still cumming. “But then who is...”

The other Bethany, the one who had just pleasured him frowned. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Bethany fucking Richardson, that’s who!” Bethany stormed into the room. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Bethany fucking Richardson!” the other girl said in an almost impeccable imitation. “And I just pleasured my man here, so leave us alone, slut!”

“You can’t possibly believe that’s me, do you?” the first Bethany said. “I went to the ladies’ room and someone knocked me out!”

“A likely story, bitch!” The first Bethany said. “Jeremy, do something with this slut, will you?”

“I.I.I don’t know what to say!” Jeremy said. He carefully looked at them both...and...

Something definitely was off about the Bethany who had just made him cum. Something in the way she moved, reminded him of..”

“Oh, My God, Mrs. Manchester?” Jeremy said.

She gave a little smirk, shimmered, and Sylvia Manchester was there, licking her lips.

“What the hell is it with you, Lady?” Jeremy said. “I mean, first you make me...well, like this and now...Oh, my God I just...!”

Jeremy felt like he was going to vomit. He’d just...she’d...

“What can I say, I saw an opportunity and I took it.”

“But why?” Bethany said. “I’m going to tell the cops! I’ll tell my dad! I’ll tell Principal WIlliams! You’re going to be fired, La—”

Bethany cut off in mid-stride.

“You’ll do no such thing, dear.”

Bethany stood frozen in place, a statue, with the exception of her eyes which darted about wildly in terror.

“Now, then, Jeremy. As to your question...”

“I never actually dreamed this situation might arise. You’ve given me quite the powerful hold over you, dear boy, do you know that?”

“No, I haven’t! Let Bethany go, you have no right to...”

“Oh, I have every right, dear.” Mrs. Manchester ran a finger down Jeremy’s shirt. “I allowed you some time without any changes so you could focus on the game and the dance. Wasn’t that nice of me?”

Jeremy felt dizzy. It was like she had a hold on his mind, and was shifting it somehow like some pieces didn’t fit and she was rearranging things until they fit right.

“What are you doing?”

She smiled. “Just a bit of soulcraft dear.” She touched both sides of his head. Jeremy’s vision swam, and he felt light-headed. He wanted to lay down, go to sleep, but her eyes kept his in check, locked onto them. They were green and brown, hazel? It was like he couldn’t turn his head away, could only take in her eyes, become lost within them. “You see by taking in your seed, you have gifted me with the ability to link our souls together. Isn’t that nice?