1 comments/ 75899 views/ 8 favorites The Teacher's Party By: Sara_Bellum "Kampai!" rang out the voices in unison, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses. Melissa smiled at the other teachers around her as she toasted the new arrivals and took a tiny sip of the beer. Since coming to Japan she had learned to drink the amber liquid, but not to like it. She set her glass down and looked around for the bottle of oolong-cha. The Chinese tea had become her staple at these parties, once she realized that it was okay for her to admit to the others that she didn't like beer. Once the party was fully underway, she would eventually allow others to add in some of the Japanese "vodka" that was also common at all the work parties. Melissa really preferred tequila to the Japanese shochu, but it was hard to come by. She grinned inwardly as she thought about something Alex had said a few nights ago about how he preferred tequila to shochu as well, but it was because tequila made her horny and shochu didn't. "Nice to meet you," the heavily accented greeting broke through Melissa's wandering thoughts. She turned towards the speaker on her right, one of the new teachers. "Nice to meet you, too," she replied pleasantly, smiling widely as she gave a slight bow to the man. "My name is Daisuke Takahashi," he continued bravely. Many Japanese people were reluctant to use their English, and Melissa respected him for being so bold. "My name is Melissa," she said slowly, in order to allow him to catch the correct pronunciation of her name. Melissa actually already knew Daisuke's name, and had met him informally the day before, but it was important to the Japanese to follow certain social rules when meeting people. "Where....you are....where are you from?" Daisuke continued. Melissa answered his questions; they were the typical ones she got whenever anyone first met her -- The English Teacher. Usually they spent a half hour or so discussing in broken English and broken Japanese where they were each from, how long they had taught, what Japanese food did she liked, and so on. As they spoke, Melissa took the chance to admire his charming smile and almond shaped eyes. Unlike many youngish Japanese men, Daisuke actually had a nice haircut, devoid of the crazy jagged edges so commonly seen in hairstyles around the country. Since they were seated on the floor, she couldn't tell just how tall he was, but she seemed to recall from the day before that he was above average in height for a Japanese man. They refilled each other's glasses -- Melissa loved that particular Japanese tradition -- and continued to converse as best as they could. Eventually, other teachers snagged his attention and Melissa took a few minutes to survey the room. She tended to do a lot of watching and listening at these work parties. Her Japanese wasn't very good, so she was pretty dependant on the charity of others to invite her into a conversation. Everyone was seated at a low table that had been set up in the formal Japanese style room at the junior high school, complete with tatami floors, which easily accommodated the small group of fifteen teachers. They were a fun group, and Melissa was finally feeling comfortable around everyone. She especially liked the science teacher, whom she had often fantasized about. He and she usually managed to find each other about halfway though each party, cozying up to one another and teasing each other like brother and sister. It made her feel welcome and a part of the group to be able to joke and play around with someone. More and more recently, though, she had caught herself daydreaming about him. The thought of sex with a Japanese man was very tantalizing. Each time they had a gathering like this, Melissa found herself inventing reasons to brush up against him, lean on him, or touch him in some way. She shivered at the memory of the last party, where he had leaned down to talk to her as she sat at a booth in the bar; his face was right next to hers as he spoke to her, and she could smell the beer on his breath. Her lips were so close to his that she had to force herself to turn away before she made a scene. Even so, he had lingered, trying to talk her into a karaoke duet. The heat from his body had radiated around him and she had felt her entire body tense with the electricity of it. With a start, Melissa realized she had been staring at the science teacher. She blinked, and flushed a bright red when he met her eyes. For a split second she wondered if he could read her mind. He smiled at her and waved a bit drunkenly, beckoning her over. Melissa nodded, picked up her glass, and walked around the room to the other side on her knees. As she changed places, she thought about a conversation she and Alex had had not so long ago. "You totally want him, don't you?" Alex had asked as he nibbled on her nipple, toying with her piercing. "Well, yeah...of course I...do," she had said between small gasps. Her pussy tightened and tingled with the thought of it. She closed her eyes as Alex had licked and nipped his way down to the damp spot on her panties. Leaning back, she felt his finger slowly worm its way around the crotch and tickle her clit. She thought about the science teacher and imagined having him in her mouth, hard and pulsing. As Alex continued to massage her moist folds, she pictured the teacher murmuring to her in Japanese, words she couldn't understand, groaning as pressed her face closer to him... "It's okay with me, you know. You'd just have to tell me about it afterwards," Alex said in a low, throaty voice. Melissa groaned as Alex's finger had slipped into her all the way, moving slowly in and out. "As if," she paused, inhaling sharply between her teeth, "it would ever happen," she had managed to say. The memory of Alex eating her until she had exploded with a piercing cry filled Melissa's mind as she sat down next to the science teacher. She tried to pull herself together and ignore the hunger building in between her legs. The science teacher was talking to her, but her mind was still foggy with desire and she had no idea what he was trying to say in his pigeon English. They both laughed, and filled each other's glasses. She could tell he was getting pretty drunk, and she felt herself heading in the same direction. The science teacher took her hand, and they exchanged a series of gansta-style handshakes, laughing and being silly. Melissa loved it when he touched her. His hands were large and strong, and she desperately wanted to feel them on her body. After a time, the game turned into arm-wrestling, which everyone seemed to love doing at parties. Melissa didn't stand a chance, of course, but it was fun to try. All the teachers were drunk and Melissa was flirting with several of the men. Each time she wrestled with someone, she leaned forward, allowing her low cut sweater to hang loose just enough to give her partner a nice view, and instead of releasing hands immediately, she prolonged the touch just a tad bit too long. She was well aware that it was an unspoken rule that anything that happened during a drinking party would be forgotten and/or forgiven the next day. As the teachers drank and talked and played silly games with each other, Melissa began to form a plan in her head. Possibly, she was just drunk enough to follow through with it, too. She stole a sideways glance at the science teacher, mentally running her tongue along his lips and teasing him with a kiss. In her mind's eye, he gasped, surprised at her boldness, and then returned her kiss with an equal hunger. "We need chocolate," Melissa suddenly blurted out to the science teacher. "Yes," Kotaro nodded emphatically, "chocolate. Do you have?" "Maybe. Maybe some extra cookies," she replied. She often baked cookies as rewards for the middle schoolers, and frequently left her extra dough in the school refrigerator. "Okay," Kotaro said, "good idea. Let's eat chocolate". Melissa stood a little unsteadily. Kotaro reached up from where he was sitting to help her, but his aim was off and he inadvertently grabbed her ass instead. He blushed and Melissa giggled at him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he said. Melissa waved her hand in front of her face, the Japanese version of "no". "Mondainai," she said, "don't worry about it." She grabbed his hand and hauled him up. "Let's get chocolate." The two stumbled somewhat drunkenly out of the room and padded across the hall to where the kitchen was. Ignoring the kitchen lights and heading for the storage room door, Melissa tried the handle. "Damn. Locked," she exclaimed. She gestured like she was holding a key and wiggled the door handle. Kotaro finally nodded his head in understanding. "Key," he said simply. Melissa took his hand and they went down the dark hallway, feeling their way carefully down the stairs. The last thing she wanted now was to fall headlong down the stairway. Kotaro was pressing himself against her as they moved together in the blackness. Melissa's breathing was quickening and she felt slightly faint with desire. She could feel the heat emanating from his body and could smell the yeasty beer on his breath. They didn't speak as they groped their way to the office and to the key box. Kotaro moved to turn on a light, but Melissa gestured for him to leave it dark. "Too bright," she mimed. Melissa tripped and stumbled into the supply room, finally locating the appropriate key. As she whirled around, she ran full on into Kotaro, who had been standing behind her. Her face smacked into his chest with a loud thump and she gave a gasp of surprise. However, instead of moving away immediately, Melissa stepped into him even closer and put her hands on his chest. "Okay?" Kotaro asked quietly, sliding his arms around her waist. Melissa only nodded and looked up at him, just barely able to make out the features of his face in the dark. They stood, staring at each other for a long time, their chests rising and falling rapidly with the tension of the moment. The room was completely silent except for the sound of their breathing. Slowly, Melissa raised herself up slightly on her toes, until her nose touched his. Kotaro responded by slowly tilting his head to one side and moving his lips down until they finally met Melissa's mouth. As soon as their lips made contact, the tension around them broke like waves during a storm. Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck fiercely, pressing her lips to his hungrily. Kotaro moaned and parted her lips with his tongue, probing deep inside her mouth. His arms gripped her tightly as he held her close, kissing her passionately. Melissa pushed him backwards until he was up against the wall, pinning him with her body, gasping as he sucked on her lower lip. Moving her hips against him in small circles, she felt him begin to harden. Their mouths moved frantically, kissing and sucking, tongues touching, bodies vibrating with sexual energy. Finally, Melissa had to drop down off her toes and put her feet flat on the floor. She backed away and broke contact with her co-worker. The sound of their mutual panting filled her ears and her pussy burned with need. In the dark, she couldn't make out the expression on Kotaro's face, but she could still feel the electricity between them. Suddenly, Melissa giggled. She jingled the key in the air in front of her and said, "chocolate." Without another word, the pair left the office and headed back up the stairs. Because of the language barrier, it was pretty impossible to discuss what had just happened, but Melissa liked it that way. She wondered what wild thoughts were running through Kotaro's head as he followed her back to the kitchen and her lips still tingled from his kiss. After unlocking the door and slipping into the kitchen's storage room, her question was answered. Melissa headed for the fridge, but apparently her co-worker had other ideas. Gently, but with force, he pushed the door of the fridge closed and picked Melissa up enough to set her on the desk next to the refrigerator. He bent to kiss her again, then stopped and asked, "Okay?" It was to be the last English he would speak to her for some time. Though illuminated only by the light shining through the side door, desire shone brightly on his face. In response, Melissa leaned up and kissed him hard, pulling his head closer to hers and wrapping her legs around him. Kotaro moaned and returned her passionate kiss. His hands roamed up and down her back. Long fingers found her hair and entwined themselves in the thick curls. Melissa felt her head pulled back, and Kotaro's lips moved from her mouth to her neck. She had to stifle a cry as he began to suck and nibble on her earlobe, gnawing gently on the spot just behind her ear and making her toes curl. Head lolled back, Melissa closed her eyes and concentrated on the hands that were now gently massaging her breasts. She put her arms back behind her on the desk to support her weight as Kotaro pushed up her sweater, forced her bra up, and slowly licked her nipples. As his mouth closed around one of her pink peaks, he stopped for a minute and seemed surprised. Melissa smiled and wondered if he had ever played with nipple piercings before. Kotaro stopped what he was doing and pulled away. Apparently intrigued now, he tugged off Melissa's sweater and removed her bra completely. They were both too horny and too drunk to worry about getting caught now. No one needed to come into the kitchen anyway; they were busy drinking across the hall. Topless, leaning back on the desk, Melissa watched as Kotaro admired her. He gently stroked her chest, tweaking her nipples gently. Holding one breast in his hand, he kneaded it and felt it, obviously enjoying the size and weight of it. Then, with interest, the teacher took a closer look at the barbells adorning Melissa's nipples. He carefully toyed with one, pulling gently and then watching Melissa's face to see her expression. Melissa groaned quietly and arched her back. "Please," she whispered, "please." It was an odd feeling to be somewhat incapable of talking to this man who was teasing her like crazy. Mentally, she begged him to suckle on her tits. She forced herself to wait as he continued to caress and play with her breasts and nipples. Finally, his hot mouth latched on and he began to suck and lick her again, causing Melissa to squirm with pleasure. She felt so dangerous and so exposed here in the storage room. Kotaro's mouth moved back up Melissa's body, finding her mouth again as he kissed her deeply. As their mouths moved silently upon one another, Melissa leaned forward and began to feel around for Kotaro's pants. Before he could stop her, she deftly unfastened the button and began to tug his jeans down, pushing them down around his ankles with her foot. Sliding down off the cold metal desk, she then knelt in front of him and rubbed his erection through the cloth of his boxers. The teacher gasped in response. Melissa smiled with pleasure and nuzzled him teasingly. He murmured something in quiet Japanese, which Melissa couldn't hope to understand, but it didn't really matter. She slowly pulled his underwear down to join his pants and allowed his erection to spring free. Hungrily, she rubbed his cock on her face, kissing and licking his balls while moving her hands around to grab his taut ass. Kotaro once again wound his fingers in Melissa's hair and pulled her face closer to him. He obviously wanted her to take him into her mouth, but was unwilling to force the issue. Melissa toyed with him a bit more by licking the shaft of his cock and softly sucking on just the head, enjoying the precum that had leaked out. Finally, she opened her mouth wide and slowly took his entire shaft into her warm, waiting mouth. Centimeter by centimeter, she sucked him in with increasing pressure. As she neared the base of his cock, she pulled him in, quickly gripping his ass and slamming him in the rest of the way. Kotaro grunted loudly and his knees buckled for a spit second before he recovered himself. Moving her head back, Melissa then slowly slid the Japanese teacher's cock out of her mouth, sucking firmly. Again and again she sucked him deep into her throat, occasionally using her hand to stroke his shaft, pumping him in and out of her as she knelt before him on her knees. Melissa thrilled with the taste and feel of this exotic cock in her mouth, sucking off a man she could barely speak to, hiding in the kitchen of their school. It was all such forbidden fruit that her mind spun out of control. Through the haze of her drunken desire, she could hear her slurping and Kotaro's labored breathing paired with the occasional laughter from across the hall. Melissa used her hands to encourage Kotaro to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. He eagerly complied once he understood what she wanted, holding her head firmly and fucking her mouth. Melissa could tell that her panties were completely soaked now. She was intensely turned on by the cock moving forcefully in and out of her mouth and she loved the slight feeling of being used. The pair was completely consumed by their passion and had totally forgotten the relative danger of the situation they were in. Until they heard the noise at the door. With Kotaro's cock still in her mouth, the couple froze when they heard the scraping of feet in the doorway. Her mouth bulging, Melissa slowly turned her head to the left and saw the math teacher watching them from the doorway. There was no telling how long he had been there. For a second, Melissa felt mortification creeping into her face, and she hesitated. But, then, the lust and alcohol over ruled her and she quickly decided that you only live once. Having made her decision, she slowly withdrew Kotaro's cock from her wet mouth and rose. She turned towards the door, displaying her exposed breasts, and gently held the science teacher's wet cock in one hand, stroking it in an obvious way. Melissa didn't smile, but instead simply locked eyes with the math teacher in the dark until he looked away and exchanged glances with the science teacher. They spoke two words to each other in quiet, rapid fire Japanese, and the math teacher turned away from the door as if to leave. Melissa's momentary flash of disappointment was replaced by a huge surge of lust when she saw the math teacher turn back and re-enter the storage room followed by the new teacher, Daisuke. She was going to have one hell of a story to share with Alex when she came home tonight. Melissa nearly giggled when she thought about borrowing someone's ever-present cell phone so she could record the event properly. No one spoke. There was no need. Walking slowly, tentatively, the math teacher approached Melissa as she continued to leisurely stroke Kotaro's cock with her right hand. As he neared, she used her other hand to pull the math teacher in closer, firmly gripping his shirt. He inhaled sharply and stiffened as Melissa placed a seductive kiss on his slightly open mouth. Slowly and sensuously, she kissed the math teacher with her half-open eyes focused on Daisuke. Then, dipping her tongue into the math teacher's mouth one last time, she broke the kiss moved a half step back. Again, a flash of reality struck Melissa hard in the stomach. It twisted into a knot and she froze in momentary terror as she took stock of her situation. There she was, half naked, kissing the math teacher, fondling the science teacher, contemplating letting these three men fuck her in the storage room of the kitchen. Panicked, she stepped back again, but her movement was halted by the close confines of the room, the hard metal desk, and Kotaro, who had moved behind her a bit. As she stepped back into him, he gently put his arms around her, turned her around, and caressed her back. He lowered his head and trailed feather light kisses up and down her neck. Melissa relaxed with the caring touch of her friend and closed her eyes, again yielding herself to the inevitability of the situation. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Kotaro's neck as his caresses grew firmer. The Teacher's Party At an unseen sign from the tall science teacher, one of the other men closed in on Melissa, and she felt her blue jeans being carefully unfastened and slowly slipped down around her ankles. The sound of rustling clothing followed, and Melissa next felt someone's bare chest pressed against her back. Another mouth began to kiss and bite her neck. Suddenly, she was desperate to feel more skin on hers, and she tugged determinedly on Kotaro's shirt until he yanked it over his head and dropped it on the floor at their feet. Melissa allowed herself to be pressed between the two men. She still didn't know who was behind her. Probably it was the math teacher, but she didn't really give a damn at the moment. Warm skin was rubbing against her, mouths on her body, roaming, hands following the mouths. Melissa's knees were weak and she was grateful for the pressure of the two men, which was keeping her from falling. Time seemed to stand still for the three teachers. Long seconds passed as they floated, swimming through what seemed to Melissa to be an ocean of sensations. She slowly moved her mouth from man to man, savoring the taste of them. As she kissed and caressed necks, shoulders, and mouths -- anything she could reach -- she felt as though she was barely keeping her head above water. Every nerve in her body was on fire and the feeling of being surrounded, touched, pleasuring and being pleasured was almost excruciating. The three bodies pulsed and gyrated in the silent room. Melissa's panties had been slid down along with her pants, and she could feel the science teacher's cock pressing between the dripping wetness between her legs. She ached to lift her leg and put it on the desk in order to give him access to her desperate pussy, but Melissa wasn't sure she could stand for much longer. Whoever was behind her has also freed his cock, and Melissa had somehow managed to maneuver her hands so that she was holding them both. Rising up on her toes, she stroked the cock behind her while sliding Kotaro between her thighs so he could feel the wetness glide along the length of his shaft. It was torture not to tilt her hips up and take him inside. But, Kotaro shifted suddenly, causing Melissa to stumble a bit. Deftly, he scooped her up and sat her back on the cold desk. The feel of the chilled metal touching her hypersensitive hot skin shocked her for a minute and she let out a little squeal. Just as suddenly as he had moved her, Kotaro knelt down in front of her and parted her thighs. Melissa shuddered violently and almost cried out when he began to eagerly lick the sensitive folds of her pussy. Circling and teasing with his tongue, he found her clit and sucked gently on it. Melissa whimpered quietly and finally opened her eyes to find one of the other men. The math teacher stood by her leg, his erection standing strong and hard. Licking her lips, she motioned him closer. After making a few adjustments, Melissa managed to find a position that allowed Kotaro to continue eating her as she welcomed a new cock into her mouth. Again, the math teacher inhaled with a gasp and grasped the back of Melissa's head. Tentatively at first, he soon demanded more out of her and began to work his cock deeper into her throat. Melissa closed her eyes and focused on the sensations of the cock fucking her mouth and the mouth eating her cunt. Her body rocked mindlessly with their ministrations. A low groan began to build deep inside her chest. Her hips arched and humped against the science teacher's probing tongue, to which he had also added his fingers. She was completely lost now, sinking deep beneath the passion of the moment. Slowly, Melissa opened her eyes and her gaze fell upon the new teacher, Daisuke. He was watching silently, intently, his attractive slant eyes taking in the lustful scene in front of him. He had unfastened his pants and was casually stroking himself as he watched this foreign white woman being used so erotically on the desk. The tension that had been building in her pussy suddenly exploded before she could stop Kotaro, and with a lurch, Melissa came violently, her eyes locked with Daisuke's, her scream muffled by the math teacher's cock. She shook over and over again, and finally had to lay limp on the table for a minute to recover. As she lay in a stunned shock, Melissa felt herself being rolled over. She obligingly dropped her feet to the floor, spread her legs wide, and wordlessly welcomed someone to come take her. Head down on the desk, she waited for the first cock. Her swollen pussy tingled almost painfully as one of the men slid in to her. Melissa raised herself up on her toes to improve the angle and then began to move herself back against the cock. The hard shaft began to drive into her without preamble. Over and over the cock slammed into her cunt, forcing itself deeper each time. Melissa gripped the desk with all her strength. Her breasts were mashed against the desk and she fought to remain standing despite the violent fucking she was getting. Someone's hands gripped her waist, pulling her hard against the cock. The slapping sound of skin on skin and the noise of the desk moving sounded to Melissa as though it could surely be heard by the partiers across the hall. She managed to steal a glance behind her and saw that it was Daisuke who was pumping himself into her with such force. He began to grunt in time with his thrusts and Melissa heard herself matching his sounds. More grunting and Japanese words, tense and deep. "yes...yes...yes, "Melissa chanted mindlessly. Suddenly, Melissa felt him jerk and he slid his cock out of her. The hot cum sprayed on her back as he moaned, attempting to be quiet but not being very successful. Melissa loved the feel of the cum on her back and she arched up into it. Once, twice, three times she could feel the ejaculate on her skin as it pulsed out of him, his thighs tensing against her ass. Fully recovered from her intense orgasm now, wet and ready, Melissa moaned seductively wigged her ass in the air, wanting more. Daisuke bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her lower back, and then moved aside to make room for the next teacher. Kotaro immediately stepped in and pulled her up to standing, Daiskue's cum dripping down her back. Cupping her breasts, Kotaro pinched her nipples and she could feel him grin as she twitched and jerked. He sat down in the desk chair and pulled Melissa into his lap. Eagerly, she sat to face him. She exclaimed softly as his cock slid slowly into her waiting cunt. She wanted to tell him how good he felt, but she knew he wouldn't understand her English. For so long now she had fantasized about having him inside her. Melissa wrapped her legs around the chair and began to slowly fuck her friend. As the pair moved together, bodies pressed tightly against one another, the math teacher moved in and rubbed his hard cock on Melissa's face. She responded automatically, turning her head and allowing him to bury his cock deep in her throat, resuming the mouth fucking he had been giving her earlier. With one hand she kept her hold on the back of the chair and with the other she gently massaged the math teacher's balls. As his pace quickened, she moved both hands up to hold his ass. She loved the way it felt when he tightened his butt with each thrust into her mouth. Gagging only slightly, she pushed him more and more into her mouth, her hips rocking against Kotaro's cock as he gripped her ass tightly. The math teacher was gasping and panting. His fingers were locked in Melissa's hair and he seemed lost to the world. With two final, powerful movements, he shot himself into Melissa's throat and she swallowed rapidly. She held his cock in her mouth until he was empty, and then she slowly slid him out, milking him for every last drop, causing him to shudder and put his hands on her bouncing shoulders to keep from falling. It was then that Melissa noticed the cell phone. Daiskue, after covering Melissa's back with his cum, had remained to watch and seemed to have decided to snap a few photos. He saw Melissa looking at him as she continued to fuck Kotaro, and smiled sheepishly. She smiled back, licking her lips, still tasting the math teacher, and gestured for him to give her the phone. Kotaro slowed his pace and waited patiently as Melissa quickly scrolled through the photos. With a few clicks, she selected a particularly good one and pressed the "send" button. When he saw that she was finished, Kotaro took control again and stood up. Bending Melissa back over the desk, he slid his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her in earnest. Rocking back against him, Melissa quickly dialed the phone. "Hello?" A sleepy voice answered the phone. "Hey, babe...it's me...mmm..." Alex heard the sound of sex in his wife's voice and immediately knew she had taken him up on his offer. "Fun party?" he asked, reaching for his cock. As soon as he had heard Melissa's voice, he had begun to harden. "Yeah...you could... say... that," Melissa's words came out in a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding cock in her pussy. "check...your...email," she managed, then moaned low and long. "Mmm...sure thing," Alex stroked his cock up and down as he listened to his wife being fucked. He could even hear the sound of it in the background. Then, the sound of the phone being jiggled around interrupted the grunting he could just barely make out. Alex debated whether or not to make himself cum. "Is he fucking you good and hard?" he asked quietly. "Oh, god," she grunted softly and steadily. "Yes, so...hard," Melissa's reply seemed almost pounded out of her by the force of the unseen action. Alex just stroked and listened for a moment. "Mmm...I'm touching myself, too. God...it feels...so good," came her quiet voice. Where were they? Alex wondered. A louder set of male grunts could be heard now, starting low and building in strength, determined and focused. Was it the science teacher? Melissa's breathless voice returned, "he's cuming now...all over me...more hot cum on my back...ahh...there's so much...yes," Melissa hissed. She was close, too. Alex stroked himself gently. He'd decided that he would wait until she came home to add his cum. He loved being inside of her after another man had had her. "See you soon," he said, and disconnected as he heard her phone clatter to the ground. Melissa's hand worked furiously on her clit. She hadn't really heard much of what Alex said as Kotaro had been ramming his cock into her. Her back arched and the phone dropped from her hands. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, building higher and higher until she thought she couldn't take it anymore. Fearful now, not wanting her cries to betray them, she bit her other fist and humped her hips forward over and over again, fingers moving, as the climax washed over her, whimpering repeatedly with each surge of it. Panting and shaking, she finally stood upright and looked around. Melissa wasn't sure how long she had remained draped forward over the desk twitching with aftershocks. The storage room was empty now, save for herself and Kotaro. He smiled and helped her up, handing her her shirt and bra. He was already dressed again. Melissa gathered up her pants and from where they lie around her ankles, cleaned up with her friend's help, and tried to pull herself together, taking a deep breath and dressing. She saw the cell phone on the floor and, with a sigh of relief, quickly deleted the incriminating photos. Kotaro watched. "Good idea," he said simply. Melissa chucked in reply. Her body ached and tingled. She felt both exhausted and sated. Closing her eyes momentarily, she sighed a contented sigh and mentally prepared herself to re-enter the "real" world. "Chocolate?" the science teacher inquired. Now Melissa laughed loudly. "Yes, good idea." Melissa and Kotaro re-joined the party carrying a tray of cookies she had found in the fridge. If anyone had noticed their absence, they were too drunk to care, and they only focused on the arrival of the sweet snack. Within minutes, the cookies were gone, and Melissa and Kotaro sat down in an open spot. Blushing slightly, Melissa saw that Daisuke was on her left. She wondered if anyone else in the room could smell their sex. Someone stood and announced that it was time for the final toast. Melissa reached for one of the few remaining bottles of beer and looked to fill some glasses. Kotaro similarly reached for a bottle with which to fill Melissa's drink. As he reached in front of her, she smelled her pussy on his face. His eyes caught hers and he smiled with a definite twinkle. Melissa grinned and turned to pour a drink for Daisuke. As someone shouted, "Kampai!" Melissa clinked her glass with Daisuke's. "Welcome to town," she said with a smile.