She loved groping my ass too for some reason. She did that way more than she grabbed my cock. It had been a few days since the night and nothing more ...had really happened. I couldn’t spend the night over the weekdays so it was hard to do much. I counted down the days for friday. Finally, it was friday. I knew that the best chance I had of getting some alone time with her was to get Cache really drunk. So of course, I came over with an entire handle of vodka. Smirnoff Pomegranate was our drink of. Young wanted to show her little black charge the countryside that he had never seen before.What she didn't know was that very first night in her country home; Marcus visited her bed that evening. The unsuspecting Mrs. Young didn't know what hit her. She thought that it was her husband who had returned early from an out-of-town trip and wanted sex upon his return. The bed sank from his weight and she felt his searching hand on her bottom, then between her legs.The next thing that she knew he was. Anyway, we were in second-period American History class, and the Redbull vodka I'd shotgunned after first-period had just kicked in. Swear to god, Jenkins' lecture was beyond boring. So, having nothing better to do, I'd started fucking Kelsey in the ass atop my desk, and Amanda had our school's A/V crew there filming it.When Jenkins eventually caught us, he did his best Mr. Hand from Fast Times at Ridgemont High impression, smirking, "Damon, Kelsey, I trust you brought enough for the rest of. “We’ll hold you down and blindfold you before I do it. You won’t have to do anything or even watch.”A shiver of excitement shot through her body. They looked at each other, and they both knew she had agreed. She made her brother swear he’d never to tell anyone about Duke or what they were about to do. He handed Jen the Trojans and went to get ‘the box’. It was still in the back of the closet, apparently unused for years. When he got back, Jenna had opened the box of condoms. He opened the box.