A Trick, a Treat
Danny<3: Meet me in Jefferson’s after second period.
Danny<3: He leaves the door unlocked and I need help with a project.
Danny<3: Please?
She sent a kiss emoji afterwards, and that cracked a smile on Max’s face. There was a very short break after second period, only about ten minutes, so whatever help Dana might need must be pretty simple. Max wasn’t exactly sure why it had to be in Jefferson’s seeing as Dana didn’t actually take any of his classes, but, well, she might really be asking for Juliet.
Either way, Max had the time, and she wasn’t about to say no to a kiss emoji.
During the early class release rush, Max quickly made her way from the back of the school up towards the entry hall. She figured nobody would find it too weird if she went into a class while everyone was still actively moving about, even if the class was unoccupied, so she slipped into the photography room while everyone else was heading for Ms. Grant’s across the hall.
The room was a lot darker than it usually was, Max realized, with a gray-yellow tinge everywhere except where the bright light of the hallway beamed in through the door window. The blinds had been dropped all the way and turned up, so it was really only the glow from the interior of them that lit the room.
Juliet wasn’t in here, but Dana was, sitting on the edge of Max’s desk with her phone in her lap and headphones plugged in, though only one was in her ear.
As soon as Max stood there in the hallway, Dana looked up and smiled at her, tugging the nub from her ear and pausing whatever she was looking at.
“Hey there, stranger,” she greeted. Max expected her to stand up, but instead she just scooted over on the desk and tapped on it to indicate Max should sit with her.
“Hey,” Max replied, pulling off her messenger bag as she approached the desk. “I’m not really getting ‘school project’ vibes from the no-lights empty-classroom thing.”
Dana snickered, lifting her eyebrows as Max sat beside her, her feet not quite making it down to the floor. “I never said it was a school project, hun,” and Dana leaned to kiss Max on the cheek.
“Well then, what kind of . . .” Max finally looked down at Dana’s lap, and saw quite clearly what she had paused. “Uh.” She paused, just staring for a few seconds before looking back up to Dana, who just had a pleasant smile on her face.
“Is that porn?” Max asked, pointing down at the obviously-porn.
“Yep,” Dana confirmed, apparently pleased that Max had noticed.
“You’re watching porn in an empty classroom while school’s in?”
Dana raised a finger up, booping Max on the nose as she said, “Yep.”
“Uhh.” Max could already feel her embarrassment rising, not sure how to adapt to the situation. At the same time, she was pretty sure she knew how they got here: “Is this because I told you about my fanta-”
“Yep.”
Max let out a groan, dropping her head into her hands. “Danny, why? We have like eight minutes, and this would totally be grounds for expulsion. It’s a terrible idea.”
“Yep.” Dana raised the ear bud that she hadn’t been using up near Max’s face. “But you’re into it.”
And there was no hint of uncertainty in that comment. Dana knew Max, and she knew what got her going, and now Max was cornered in something she had wished for aloud and many more times silently.
Max sighed. “Fiiine. But like, quick.” She plucked the headphone Dana offered and lodged it in her ear while Dana did the same with her own.
Dana raised up her phone for them both to see before hitting the play button, launching them about seven minutes deep into an Elle Alexandra video (goddammit, Dana had paid really good attention to Max’s tastes, fuck).
Max swallowed loudly after a few seconds of watching, not sure whether to embrace the moment or try and just get through the next few minutes without potentially ruining her academic career. Dana shifted a little in place every few seconds, and Max could feel her own pulse jump while she tried to keep her breathing slow.
Just chill, Max, it will be okay. Just watch the video.
Dana, however, seemed to have other plans. After about a minute, she turned to Max, tugged her headphone out gently, and whispered into Max’s ear, “Touch me.”
And Max finally let herself peel her eyes off the video. Dana was staring right back at her eyes, an almost shy smile on her face now. Except for the tiny detail that she was biting! her! lower! lip!
And Max was just fucked.
Max reached up and wrapped her fingers around the back of Dana’s neck and pulled her close, kissing her without regard for foreplay. Dana lowered her phone a little, setting it between them so the sounds continued to play in their ears.
Max tried to slip her hand right into Dana’s shorts, but, thanks to how she was sitting, found her route (and circulation) cut off. She pushed on Dana’s belly until she got the message to lie down, dragging the phone along with them as Max’s fingers slid over her pubic hair.
She could tell pretty quickly that Dana had actually watched the video up to that point, rubbing the wetness from between her lips over her clit. The sound of someone orgasming in the video broke all designs Max had on being careful, and Dana inhaled suddenly as Max started quicker than she anticipated.
Max kept a mental tab open for how she was going to wash this cum off without anyone noticing while kissing Dana. As much as she liked the idea of this semi-public sex thing, it also kicked her anxiety into overdrive.
“Slower, slower,” Dana cautioned, and Max switched to longer, slower strokes, prompting an appreciative groan before their lips met again.
When she heard the door open, Max just froze in terror instead of doing anything productive. Unfortunately, Dana didn’t have much better instincts except to sit up, so when the light flicked on, Max’s hand was not quite out of Dana’s pants just yet.
Victoria jumped as she saw them there on the back-middle table. “Jesus! Fucking Christ, what the fuck?”
Dana hit the pause button as Max turned around, and Victoria finally seemed to recognize who she was seeing.
“Are you-” Victoria turned, looking out the door window, then continued in a lower voice, “Are you two fucking in Jefferson’s right now? Seriously?”
Max wasn’t sure how to hide her hand without staining her shirt or getting cum on the table, so she just sort of held it above her lap.
“I, uh, I,” Max started trying to think of an answer.
“Yep,” Dana answered for her, folding her hands in her lap and failing to meet Victoria’s eyes.
Victoria’s eyes seemed to narrow on Dana, even though Max was the one actually looking at her. “You are. Disgusting. Get out. I’m supposed to file shit.”
Dana was quick to shove her phone into her pocket and head towards the door with barely more than a (self-satisfied) look in Victoria’s direction. Max, however, just put her hands behind her back and hesitated in front of Jefferson’s desk where Victoria sat.
“Could you um . . . not tell anyone, please?” Max gripped her own wrist, hoping the open posture would make Victoria more receptive. Plus, she wanted to take the sheen off her fingertips.
Victoria rolled her eyes, not looking up nor actually doing anything at the desk. “Whatever, Max. I don’t care, just get out, please.” She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly as she said ‘please.’
Max cast a look over to Dana, who was waiting for her at the door expectantly. However, Max pointed at the door with a shrug, and said, “Hey, Danny, can you give me a sec?”
Dana looked confused, but after a few seconds of her eyes darting between Max and Victoria, she replied, “Sure,” and stepped out of the classroom.
As soon as the door was closed, Victoria’s eyes snapped up to Max, who yet lingered silently. “What?” she asked, clearly irritated.
“Uh.”
God, this is awkward.
“Are you . . . the one who left the letter in my locker?”
The way that something suddenly seemed to snap inside of Victoria in surprise was enough for Max to believe it. Her reply did little to cast doubt on it either, “I . . . what? What letter?”
“The, um,” Max reached into her back pocket and withdrew the neatly-folded piece of paper. “The letter I found in my locker yesterday”
Victoria’s eyes immediately locked right onto the piece of paper, and she replied, “Why in the world would you think I wrote you a letter?”
Max would have unfolded it, but it was yet another thing she didn’t want to risk staining. “Well, I mean, it was typed. And I know you don’t like to write things by hand so I thought . . . maybe . . .”
Victoria’s eyes were wide, and although Max thought she saw a blush, it was probably just the same sort of awkward, embarrassed blush that Max herself got when confronting people.
Max shook her head, clearing the thoughts from her head. “I, I guess nevermind.”
As she began to put the letter back in its place, though, Victoria suddenly lunged forward over the desk, grasping Max’s wrist and keeping her from stowing it. Max, with her shitty reflexes, was much too slow to even flinch, and was just left staring at Victoria’s back, most of her torso dropped on the desk in front of her.
Without letting go, Victoria slowly craned her neck up, looking up at Max’s confused, rather blank face.
“How did you know I don’t like writing stuff?”
Max shrugged. “You know all the answers, but Courtney writes all your papers. Every assignment is typed, and you don’t let anyone but Courtney look at your notes. I thought you might be dyslexic but . . . you’re really good at dates and places so. I guess not?”
Victoria released her grip on Max and slowly, slowly stood upright. And she was definitely very, very red somewhere under her makeup. Max was not sure how she was supposed to feel about that.
“Look,” Victoria said, a sharp point in her voice. “Please, just, pretend I didn’t write it. I never would have if I knew you’d figure it out, I n-”
“But you did write it,” Max interjected, her eyes locking with Victoria’s.
Victoria swallowed visibly. “Yeah.”
“So . . .” Max trailed off, not sure where to begin.
“So.”