Almost everyone at the bar noticed.
“When should we do this thing?” Kayla asked, hoping for sooner, rather than later. She felt like she was pretty brave most days, but was a little nervous about getting cold feet.
“Now,” Bruce said, motioning the bartender that he was ready to pay his tab.
“Now?” Kayla looked at him. But he wasn’t in the right costume. Did he even have something that looked like a teacher’s outfit?
As if reading her mind, he told Kayla not to worry. “I’ll be at Anne’s in half an hour. You girls had better be ready for me.”
7.
“What if he doesn’t come?” Kayla sat nervously on Anne’s couch, wondering what they would do if he didn’t show. So far, it had been exactly 34 minutes since they’d seen Bruce. He could be anywhere.
“He’s going to cum,” Anne told her. “You can count on that. I might not know Bruce as intimately as you do, but I know my way around a dick. He’s going to cum, you’re going to cum, we’re all going to cum.”
Kayla was too nervous to laugh at her friend’s joke.
She was too nervous for just about anything at this point.
“Calm down,” Anne pressed her hand firmly into Kayla’s thigh. Sliding it up beneath her skirt, she reminded Kayla of their playtime the other day. “You’re going to be amazing.”
Kayla took a deep breath. Anne was right. There was nothing to be nervous about. After all, she’d been with Bruce and she’d been with Anne. Now the only thing left to do, naturally, was to be with both of them together. It wasn’t weird. It was going to be fine.
“I need a drink,” Kayla told Anne honestly.
With a quick jaunt into the kitchen, Anne produced two very strong rum-and-cokes for the duo to drink.
“To good friends and bad choices,” Anne said as they clinked their glasses together.
Kayla downed her drink, immediately feeling more relaxed at the thought of what was going to happen. Everything was going to be okay. They were all going to be fantastic.
A knock sounded at the door, and Anne put her drink down.
“I wonder who it could be,” she said with a wink as she hurried to the front door. Kayla followed close behind.
Anne yanked the door open.
Bruce stood before them in a pair of khaki pants and a long-sleeve button down. The top button was undone, revealing just a smidge of his bare chest. He held a ruler in his hands and he was smiling mischievously.
“Kayla,” he said, staring at her until her knees felt weak. She felt his piercing eyes take her all in from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. His eyes lingered when they ran past her heaving cleavage.
Then he turned to Anne.
“Anne,” he said, giving her the same treatment. Kayla sneaked a glance at her friend and wasn’t surprised to see that she seemed to feel the same way Kayla did: nervous and excited.
“Bruce,” Anne began to speak, about to invite him inside, but Bruce pushed past her into the house.
“When you’re in my presence, Anne May,” he said harshly, slapping the ruler against one hand, “You will address me as Mister Colyer. Do I make myself clear?”
So this was how it was going to work, Kayla realized. Bruce had already fully immersed himself in his character. He was no longer her friend, Bruce. Now he was Mr. Colyer, their teacher. He was going to give them lessons on lust, learning, and how to give good head, but h
e was going to do more than that, Kayla realized. He was going to punish them if they didn’t do a good job.
Her ass ached for his touch just thinking about him slapping her - hard - with the ruler, and her pussy grew just a little bit wetter as she wondered if he would fuck her before, during, or after he spanked her.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Colyer,” Anne hurried to say, following him into the living room.
Kayla closed the door to the house and locked it, then hurried to rejoin her friends.