The Pagan Rite. Festive Freeuse, #2

My plan was simple: extra credit for my failing student athletes by observing a Samhain ritual. I never expected the broken seat in the van to land me in Marcus's lap, the van's every movement a torturous, delicious friction. I never imagined the coven's chant would be an invitation to a night of raw, primal surrender, where I became freely available to my students. But one mistake triggered a divine wrath.
Now, the only way to save an innocent soul is to unite out minds, and entwine our bodies, letting our shared pleasure forge the answer we desperately need.