School Girl -Done!-

Detention

...you make me stay after class for popping my bubble gum during class... and because you\'ll use any excuse you can to get some time alone with me... you know the rumors well... about how good the head is that I give... and about how I don\'t wear any panties in the hopes of shocking the sisterly nuns that walk the hall of the Catholic school... not that you think I\'d ever come on to *you*... but just the thought of being alone in the same room with an innocent looking, yet notorious bad girl in an short plaid skirt is enough to get you hard...

...you come back from picking up your mail from the office, and see me in your chair behind your desk, my feet in their knee high black boots propped up on your desk... you can see right up my skirt.. seeing the garter belt that holds up the thigh high black stockings I\'ve got on... and you can also tell quite well that, as rumored, I\'m *not* wearing any panties...

... slightly startled, you accidentally bump into the door frame before crossing the classroom to where I sit, obviously occupying your space... you think to yourself that if only I had a lit cigarette in one hand, I\'d look like one of those pin up girls from the 50\'s...

\"That\'s my chair, Miss,\" you say, trying to sound authoritative.

But I know better. I know why I\'m really here - I know you want me. I can tell by the drooling look in your eyes...

... and by the growing bulge in your pants, which twitches as I swivel slightly in your chair, letting you see further up my skirt than before.

\"Yes, it is your chair,\" I say, looking up at you with bright blue eyes under dark lashes. \"And it\'s a lot more comfortable than those...\" I pause dramatically, blatantly looking at your crotch. \"... those stiff, rigid desks.\"

My eyes return to yours.

\"Wouldn\'t you agree?\"

You avoid the question, and walk closer to put your mail on your desk. You turn towards me and say, “Out of my chair please.”

I catch the slight quiver in your voice, but stand up and graciously offer your swivel chair back to you.

“That’s more like it… thank you,” you say, taking your seat, appearing eager to hide your noticeable discomfort under the safety of your desk.

“You’re welcome, I’m sure,” I reply… and then and then effortlessly hop up on an empty corner of your desk, the bare cheeks of my ass squeaking slightly against the polished surface.

You pause in reaching for your glasses… trying to fathom why I’m still choosing to invade your personal space… even though the sight of just the edge of my ass peeking out from beneath my skirt is almost enough to make you reach out and touch me…

But of course, you’re a teacher – you don’t physically touch students unless the situation calls for it, you think. Don’t want a lawsuit on your hands, do you? You think to yourself… it’s not worth losing your job over…

I cross one knee over the other, leaning back on my wrists to gauge your expression…. the skirt sliding higher up my thighs and exposing the tops of the stockings that are clasped by the elastic bands of the garter… I’m noticing how your left hand keeps wandering down to adjust yourself while your desperately try to keep your right hand busy with the stacks of papers and tests on your desktop.

“I thought detention was supposed to be punishment,” I said, hoping to distract you some more. “I thought that you’d have some horribly boring assignment for me to complete in our two hour session together,” I murmur, my voice dropping to imply and emphasize the obvious sexual innuendo.

“Look here, Miss,” you say, looking me straight in the eyes and pointing a finger at my chest… where you immediately notice that I’ve undid the two top buttons of my shirt, so that the dark hollow between my breasts is visible…. You regain your composure and continue, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but this attitude and behavior of yours is bordering on improper.”

I notice the phrasing. “’Bordering’ on improper?” I repeat. “Well, I’ve never been a “proper” one myself… but… well, sir,” I say, leaning in closer to you, so you can see further down my blouse… “just what kind of behavior would be totally unacceptable?”

You clear your throat loudly, and accidentally knock over your pencil jar. Pens and pencils of all colors clatter to the floor around and underneath your desk.

“Oh my…” I say, in mock surprise. “I’m sorry – was that inappropriate of me, too? Let me get those for you…”

I slide off the edge of your desk and bend over to start picking up the mess on the floor, making sure that the elastic bands of my garters and the fullness of my ass cheeks are turned completely in your direction.

I giggle to myself, hearing the sharp intake of your breath. I stand back up, putting the handful of pens back in the jar, and then notice a few more under your chair. Bending forward this time, I make quite sure that you can see fully down my blouse, the soft cream-colored globes of my breasts swinging slightly in the blue lacy bra.

Again, I right mysepwarpwards, and place the pencils back in the jar. Then I spy a few strays that have landed completely under your desk.

The gears in my mind switch on. I set the course of events in motion.

“You never answered my question,” I say, leaning against the edge of your desk. “What kind of behavior would be unacceptable?”

You avoid my eyes, nervously drumming your fingers on the desktop. “You know quite well what type of behavior is unbecoming of a student,” you say, your voice cracking and faltering over the words. “The student book of conduct is fairly clear…”

“That’s not an answer,” I say, “but that’s fine. Let me just get these last few pens for you…”

I crouch on my hands and knees, trying to wedge myself under your desk, but your chair is blocking my way. You look down at me kneeling on the floor, and edge back so that I can crawl under the desk to retrieve the pens. But they are still slightly out of my reach.

So I stretch out with my right hand as far as I can, my fingers just barely brushing the pen, trying to bring it closer to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you fingering your zipper in one hand and lightly brushing your cock through your pants with the other… getting quite a view of my ass as the skirt slides higher and higher up as I reach further and further for the pen.

Finally grasping it, I slither back out from under your desk, still crouched on my knees. I reach up and put the pen on your desk, and then, with the wicked grin on my lips, I slide towards you and rest my elbows on your thighs and my chin on my hands… just inches from your bulging crotch.

“You look awful hot and bothered, sir,” I say, grinning… “Maybe I can help….”

I reach up and start to unzip your fly… when you grab my hand.

“Miss, you stop that right now. This is not appropriate. The student book of conduct…”

”Fuck the student book of conduct,” I spit out. “You know you want me… if you didn’t, you would have stopped me a long time ago and you damn well know it.”

My accusatory tone seems to startle you… but then I see the look of surrendering to the baser instincts cross your face. You put my hands back on your fly and begin running your hands through my hair in anticipation.

“I’m gonna fuck that lipstick right off your lovely little cocksucking mouth,” you croak as I finally get your penis free of its restraints.

You grab the back of my head and force your hard throbbing cock into my wet waiting mouth and down my throat, letting out a long moan of pent up sexual frustration… feeling it slip away as easily as watching your cock slip past my lips…

With both hands buried deep in my thick, long hair, you hold my head still and fuck my mouth with a nearly unrestrained aggression. I reach around and slide my hands down the back of your khakis and grab your ass… kneading it as it clenches and relaxes with each thrust.

Then the motion changes… you pull hard on my hair, forcing your cock all the way into the back of my throat, your whole body tensed… waiting… wanting to come… wanting to force every last drop down my throat…

That’s when I feel the first hot spurt in the back of my mouth… salty and sweet… feeling you twitch and spasm in my mouth and under my hands, still digging into your ass...

When you finally let go of the fistfuls of my hair, I lean back on my hands and look up at you, sitting there panting with a semi-hard cock. I lick my lips to catch the stray drops of cum on the outside of my mouth... feeling one long drip run from my chin all the way down my neck between my breasts... you notice it too, and reach out and run a finger along my neck, scooping it up and then holding your finger to my mouth. With a devilish smile, I lick it clean, sucking long and hard on it, just like I did on the head of your cock.

You look down at me suddenly, as if a wicked idea has just come to you. “What were you asking me before? Something about punishment?” you say, continuing to stare at my half exposed chest like a hungry man who hasn’t seen meat in a long time.

“I asked if detention was supposed to be a punishment, why you weren’t punishing me,” I said, still trying to catch my breath a little after swallowing so much cum.

You stand up, your cock still hanging out from your fly. “Get up – on your feet, miss,” you say, and grab me by the shoulder, yanking me hard up the floor. “You want punishment? Let’s see what you think of this.”

Slightly shocked, I opened my eyes wider and look at you. “What, was my sucking you off and swallowing was that bad?” I ask sarcastically with a sly smile, expecting you to blush again at my bluntness. Instead, you spin me around and I feel you behind me, your cock still wet from my mouth and pressing hard against my ass. Your hands snake around my waist, feeling their way up my stomach, still covered by the half buttoned blouse.

Suddenly your hands grab the blouse and pull it off me in one quick move, so fast that the buttons snap off and skitter across the floor. You push it down off my shoulders, and then reach up to cup my breasts in your hands, sliding up under the bra to tease and pinch at my nipples.

You lick from my shoulder, up my neck, to my left earlobe and start to bite, tugging gently on it with your teeth as your right hand continues to twist and pinch the nipple. Your trembling cock still pressed hard against my bare ass betrays your excitement at hearing me whimper and moan under my breath as I’m feeling what you’re doing to me.

Your left hand slides down to my thigh and then under the skirt, lightly brushing against the smoothly shaved outer lips of my pussy... then inside, feeling the slippery warmth. You start to tease my clit with your fingers, kneading my breast and nibbling my ear harder and harder as you feel the tension growing in my body. “Is this what you consider inappropriate behavior, sir?” I ask breathily, loving the tingling sensations I feel all over my body from your touch. “Because it sure doesn’t feel like punishment...”

At the sound of the question though, you stop biting my ear. You take your hands away – out of my hot wet pussy and off my hardened nipples. “No one told you that you could speak, Miss,” you say, grabbing my hands and holding them behind my back. The maneuver surprises me, but I just wait to see what happens next.

Then I feel something cool and silky being wound around my wrists. I turn to peer over my shoulder and see you binding my hands with your neck tie, tying them together with a couple of stiff knots. “Nice innovation,” I murmur, the slight sly smile returning to my face again. “I’m impressed.”

But then you push forcefully on the small of my back, bending me over the edge of your desk. My cheek lies flat against the cool glass tabletop. “I said, no one gave you permission to speak, Miss.” Your hands push the skirt up and run over the smooth curves of my ass, lightly snapping the garters as you pass over them. “Perhaps I should teach you a lesson for speaking out of turn...”

I don’t know what you’re planning next. I hear you open your desk drawer, and I hear the sounds of you rummaging around for something. My mind starts to panic slightly, wondering just what I’ve gotten myself into...

Then the rummaging stops and you slide the drawer back into place, having found what you were looking for. “Yes, this will work nicely,” I hear you say as you place one hand in the middle of my back, holding me down on the desk. What could you be talking about, I wonder...

Then my thoughts are shattered by a sound and a sensation – the sharp crack of something hard coming into contact with the bare skin on my ass. I jump involuntarily at the pain that I wasn’t expecting. Another snap and another shudder ensue before my mind realizes what’s happening.

It’s that wooden ruler you keep in your top drawer... the one you use when we do our geometry homework. You’re spanking me with it. Another hit finds its mark and again, I jerk back at the sting. A high pitched whimper crosses my lips, and you say, “This is what happens to girls that can’t keep their pretty little cum-sucking mouths shut.”

Another smack – another jolt of pain. I can feel tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Each time, the blow lands harder. Each time, the spike of pain is sharper. “This is for every time you’ve walked past me and batted those fucking blue eyes at me,” I hear you say, followed by another slap. “And this is for every time I’ve lied awake in my bed at night, wanting to see what’s really up that tiny skirt of yours.”

I don’t know what to say back. I can feel the heat growing from the red welts that are forming on my ass cheeks. The force behind the spanking increases again. “And this is what you get for being the little slut that you are,” you growl, throwing all the force you can into the next spank.

A small scream escapes me and then I hear the sound of splintering wood. The ruler snapped in half on contact, scaring me more than the pain itself. I hear you drop the broken pieces on the floor. “Well, was that punishment enough for you, Miss?” you ask, as I feel you massage the tender skin of my ass, trying to massage away the redness.

“Yes, sir,” I breathe. It actually was a turn on, I thought. No one ever tried to take control away from me before.

I loved it.

You lean down and breathe in my ear. “And did you like it? Did you enjoy me spanking your ass until it was red?”

I couldn’t lie.

“Yes, sir, I did,” I say. “It still stings, though...”

“Well then, Miss, perhaps I should see if I can’t make you forget about the pain and focus on the pleasure of it...”

You run your fingers up and down my bare back, reaching up to unclasp my bra. I feel it go slack and slide off my shoulders. But my hands are still tied, and you’re still holding me down on the desktop, pressing my breasts flat against the glass.

You start to knead my ass cheeks again... harder... with more urgency.... then I feel you spread my thighs apart, and your fingers start to tease me, sliding up into the wetness... brushing past my clit, teasing...

Then I feel the head of your cock push against me from behind. You guide it to the hot opening of my pussy, and then with one quick flex of your hips, you thrust the entire length of your cock inside me, moaning at the incredible tightness of the fit.

I moan too, languishing in the sensation of your hardness completely filling me. I let my muscles relax and contract, squeezing you harder on each thrust. I feel you trying to control the momentum of your movements, resisting the urge to fuck me too fast too soon, but each plunge comes with more impatience than the last.

Soon – sooner than we both wanted – the slow calculated moves have evolved into you fucking me from behind with an almost relentless animality. Your hands squeeze my hips hard as you hold me down and pull me hard against you, trying to fuck me as deep and as hard as possible.

Your throaty groans and my breathy whimpers come in unison with the intense pounding of your hips against my ass. You grasp me harder, betraying the onset of an incredible orgasm. I feel you tremble and shake, moaning louder, still thrusting into me, as your warm, milky come erupts deep inside...

You crumple on top of me, your breath ragged in ear, chest heaving against my back, your cock still hard and twitching inside me...

Then you collapse back into your chair, still panting. You manage to reach up and untie the knots that still bind me, and my hands fall to my sides. I push myself up off the desk and let out a deep breath. I slide my bra the rest of the way off, tossing it on the floor with my shirt.

We are both panting like we’ve just run a marathon.

Marathon sex.

I turn around to look at you, shirt unbuttoned, pants unzipped, your cock still quivering and glistening slippery wet with my juices. I inch up to sit on your desk again, but the red welts on my ass are still hot and tender, making it difficult. The cool of the glass desktop is soothing though. My sticky thighs squeak across the smooth surface as I spread them wider, a mixture of your cum and mine starting to pool between them.

“Well, that was interesting,” I say. “Never had one of you old geezers smack my ass like that be. Us. Usually a good blowjob is enough to get you off my case and get me on my merry…”
…”

You look at me sideways with eyes half closed in exhaustion. “You deserved every last one of those spankings, you wicked little bitch,” you say.

“That would be me,” I say back, “and your damn glad I am, too.”

“Fuck yes,” you say, laughing to yourself. “I haven’t come that hard for as long as I can remember. It was your tight little cunt that did the trick…” You turn to look at me, a look of puzzlement on your face. “If you’re so notoriously bad, how the hell are you still that tight?”

I stare back with a blank look.

“Are you implying that I’m some kind of whore? That I just let people fuck me and not give a damn?”

“Well… yeah… don’t you?”

“Fuck you. Shows how much you know…”

I hop off the desk with a huff, my breasts bouncing and the heels of my boots hitting the floor with a loud clack.

“You don’t know shit about why I do what I do,” I snap, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “You should get your facts straight before you go writing me off as just another schoolgirl slut.”

I stand in front of you – tall, topless, and intimidating.

Your look of astonishment is something I didn’t expect.

Then I tilt my head sideways, a thought just having arrived in my head. “Wait a minute – you’ve fucked me twice today, and I haven’t come once.” I glare slightly in your direction. “Well, I’m not just your fucking cum container.”

I walk behind you, my hands squeezing hard on your shoulders. “Well, now you’re going to give me what I want.” I lean down close to your ear. “And I’m not going to stop until I’m done with you.”

I walk back around in front of you, looking at you with almost menacing eyes. “Now, you’re going to sit there and let me do whatever I want to, or someone is going to hear all about this little...indiscretion.” I run a hand languidly down your chest, and then brush it over the head of your cock, grasping it firmly. “Do we... have an understanding?”

You nod yes, eyes open wide, wondering what it is that I have in mind. I sit down across your knees and run my hands up and down your thighs. “Well, since you can’t seem to do anything more than shake your head,” I say, putting a finger across your lips, “from this point on, you’re not allowed to say anything other than yes or no.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” I continue, putting your arms up on the arm rests of the chair and holding you by your wrists. “You’re not allowed to touch me unless I say you can, or unless I give you something to touch. Understood?”

You shake your head again.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“That’s a good boy,” I say, taking your cock back into my hands. “Now let’s see what you can do.”

I begin exploring the entire length of your cock, each stroke of my hands lingering for an instant at the head before returning to the base, feeling your length and width expanding almost instantly. I want your cock as big and as hard as it can possibly get.

And I want it fast.

Fast, quick, and now.

Soon I feel you pulsating in my hands, knowing full well you’re beyond the point of pushing me off your lap and zipping yourself up. That’s when I take just the fat velvety tip of your cock in one hand and spread my pussy lips open with the other, exposing my erect and throbbing clit. I use the head to tease it, moving it in circles and figure eights, up and down and all over.

My head lolls to the left, and then rolls back, my mouth open and panting at the wonderful tingling sensations emanating from my crotch. I listen intently to the sound of your breathing as well. “Do you like it when I use your cock to get me off?” I ask breathily, biting down on my bottom lip.

“Yes,” you say, your hands gripping the arms of your chair almost out of frustration. You don’t like not being able to touch me – not being able to grab my hips and force yourself up inside me. You’re like a caged animal – and I know it all too well.

Your hips are beginning to thrust involuntarily in time with my stroking.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

You grit your teeth, resisting the urge to grab me. You don’t know what the consequences would be if you did. And you’re not sure you want to find out.

“Well, if anyone is going to be doing the fucking this time, it’s going to be me,” I say, suddenly sliding up your thighs on my knees. Then I impale myself deeply and fully on your cock.

The moaning that results is loud enough to rattle the windows.

I grind my hips against yours, rolling them in circles as I begin to ride you. With one leg straddled on either side of the chair, I push my feet flat against the floor to build the force and momentum.

I put my arms around your neck, pulling your face between my breasts, teasing you since you’re not permitted to touch in any way. I run a hand through your hair, pulling your head back to look me in the eye, while I lean my head down to flick the tip of my tongue across the tip of the nipple of the breast I hold in the other.

I feel your warm breath on my skin as you exhale deeply, knowing you want so badly to cup them in your hands and bring the taut pink nipples to your own lips. You want to suck them in, roll your tongue over them, and then nibble them lightly, sinking your teeth gently into the soft supple skin.

“Would you like a lick?” I ask, continuing to run my tongue over my own nipples.

You try to nod, but my hand still holds you firmly by the back of the neck. “Ah ah ah,” I say, “I can’t hear your head rattle. I asked you a question.”

I hold your eyes level with mine. “Answer me: do you want to suck my tits?”

It takes great effort for you to say the word. “Yes.”

“You don’t like being unable to touch me, do you?”

“No.”

“But watching me still makes you hard, doesn’t it?” I punctuate the questions with well timed thrusts of my hips.

“Yes.”

I study your face carefully. Under the waves of pleasure, I can see the fear.

“You’re afraid I’ll tell someone, aren’t you? That’s the only reason you do what I say.”

“Yes.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that no one will ever find out?”

“No.”

“Aww,” I say, pouting my lips. “That’s a shame. Don’t you trust me?”

“No.”

“Too bad,” I say, slowing the momentum a bit. I infer fthe the sharp exhale of your breath that the drop in sensation displeases you. I grin slyly, having had that goal in mind since the beginning.

The unearthly primal noises you make betray your frustration. Then I bring your head down into the hollow between my breasts. “I think you’ve suffered enough,” I say, grinning and guiding your mouth over to my left nipple. “Now start sucking before I change my mind.”

Your compliance is immediate. You run your tongue all around the erect taut tip of one and then the other, licking hungrily. I sigh deeply at the light scraping of your teeth on the soft skin as you nibble and tug almost impatiently.

I run my hands through your hair at the nape of your neck and then pull your head upright again, suddenly separating your mouth from my skin. You make a whine of protest, but I put a finger to your lips. “Shhh,” I breathe, licking my lips just inches from yours. “No talking, remember?”

I hold your head still, making you look me in the eye. I resume the slow deliberate fucking, squeezing you hard deep inside of me as I slide languidly up and down on your cock. I can feel you trying to push back against me, but my thighs have yoips ips pinned down firmly in your chair.

You realize that there is no way to expedite this - except through me.

And I’m intent on taking my time.

I lean back and put my elbows on your desk to stretch my back and watch your expression. Putting the leverage to my advantage, I use my thighs to keep my hips in their relentless rhythm. You bite down on your bottom lip, enjoying the slight changes in sensation. I run my right hand slowly down my chest, pinching my nipples lightn} and brush lingering circles over my navel. Your eyes fix on mine as I reach down to massage the base of your cock, delighted at feeling its hardness. Then I move my fingers up and begin toying with my clit, relishing how slippery wet and hot it feels. I keep squeezing and rubbing, feeling a sizzling tingle begin to flow outward through my body.

The momentum picks up. I start to fuck you harder, faster. Your hands grab the arms of the chair tighter, and I hear your breng cng change. You’re panting fast and ragged, as if your next breath of air might be your last. I can feel the muscles in your ass contracting hard in time with how I’m riding you, and I see your arms start to twitch. You’re going to come soon. Very soon. And very hard.

“Getting close are you, big boy?” I ask, breathing heavy myself. I sit back up, one hand still on my throbbing clit, and the other on the back of your neck. I crane your neck to the side and start licking and biting your earlobe, just like you were nibbling on my tits moments before.

It is enough to send you over the edge.

It comes in waves, like the tide before a storm: each one bigger and stronger than the last. I can feel your entire body contract and writhe beneath me, as the tension ebbs and flows, building to an almost excruciating peak.

Then it breaks.

The spasms of your body are almost violent. Blurring the line between pleasure and pain, you no longer know which is which. You can’t think straight, and you’re not sure you even want to. All you know is the liquid burning sensation that comes with every plunge of my body on your cock.

Your back arches and your neck bends back over the edge of your chair. I can see you bite down hard on your bottom lip in an effort not to cry out. The intensity of the sensations is overwhelming.

“Stop!” you suddenly bellow out loud. “Oh God, you have to stop! Now!”

I grab the back of your neck and make you look me in the eye. “Why?”

“Because I can’t take anymore!” you say hoarsely, completely winded. “Please!”

“Mmmm, I like when you beg,” I say with a sadistic grin on my face, never stopping my frenzied motions for one instant. “But I’m not going to stop until I get what I want.” My smile widens. “And you just broke the rules. Time to teach you a lesson.”

I grab the edge of the chair behind your head and fuck you as unyielding and as forcefully as possible, cranking the physical exertion past the point of no return.

Your groans reach an almost painful crescendo, realizing that I’m not going to stop until I’ve come as long and as hard as you are. I cover your mouth with my hand to muffle the primal noises you make. If any passersby were to hear the sounds coming from this classroom, they would think that you were dying. You no longer feel much of anything because your nervous system is on overload with the intensity of such an incredible orgasm. But your body is still responding with thrusts of your hips that match my own. I lean forward and crush my breasts flat against your chest as I grind against you, rubbing my inflamed clit against the base of your cock. I can feel the first twinges of the impending orgasm coming on.

I turn and whisper in your ear, “Grab my ass and fuck me hard. Make this sinful little slut cum all over your cock.” I feel your hands tightly grab my hips, and the grinding intensifies. I start breathlessly breathing, “Yes... oh God yes... harder... fuck me harder...mmh...”

My control starts to slip. Then it breaks. My entire body contracts as I close my eyes and crane my neck backwards. I start to dig my nails into the muscles of your shoulders and your back. Still forcing myself up and down on your shaft, I exhale in six or seven sharp knife-like breaths, each one of higher pitch than the last. Then, covering your open mouth with my own, I allow myself the satisfaction of several long, deep, throaty groans, moaning loudly into your mouth to hide the sound of an orgasm that feels as if it’s been years in the making.

After what seems like days, the quivering and quaking subsides, with only an occasional tremble passing through our bodies. Our mouths are still locked together, hungry and wanting, tongues exploring every last crevice. I bite and tug gently on your bottom lip, hearing you sigh in contentment. Finally, I lay my head against your shoulder, allowing myself the luxury of a few moments’ time to relax and enjoy the warm, satisfying feeling still drifting through my veins.

Then I decide to untangle myself from your arms and make my exit, before someone comes by to check on how my detention is progressing. I pick my bra up off your desk and put it back on. Then I retrieve my shirt from your floor and tie it Britney Spears’ style, having lost the buttons at some point in the last hours’ exploits.

“Where are you going?” you ask, looking at me with a mixture of exhaustion and slight alarm.

“Home,” I say, straightening my skirt and pulling up my stockings. “I’m going to be late for dinner if I stay here much longer.”

“Wait,” you say, reaching out to touch my arm as I pick up my backpack. “Don’t go. I want you to stay.”

“Yeah, I bet you do,” I say derisively. “Haven’t been laid that good in a while, huh?” I turn and start to make my way towards the door, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the tile floor.

“Then I’ll be seeing you again this time tomorrow,” you say decisively, as if it is a rule that is incapable of being broken. And this from the straight-laced man who, until now, I thought was incapable of such things. Strange sentiment, I think, after having broken soy ruy rules in one afternoon.

Then again, some rules are made to be broken.

And some of us are better at breaking them than others.

I turn to look at you as I reach the door before stepping out into the hallway. “Yeah, you’ll see me. I think I deserve another detention. I’m such a bad girl after all – what are you going to do with me, hmm?”

With a mischievous wink and a smile, I close the door behind me.

Until now, I’d always loathed participating in extracurricular activities. Looks like things are about to change.