I found my voice again. “Sure, where do you live?”

Joan rattled off an address. It was only about two miles from campus in the opposite direction from my house. I nodded in agreement. It would not be too far of a bike ride. “I need to call my mom,” I said as I stood up.

“Use the phone on my desk.” Joan smiled again at me. “Now scoot!” she ordered playfully.

I had just settled in behind Mrs. Goodwin’s desk when Mrs. Cole came into the office. It was a good thing too: my penis making a huge bulge in the front of my jeans.

“What are you doing...