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- >You sit at a strange and terribly worn desk with a dull expression on your face.
- >Each passing moment felt like an eternity.
- >The sound of a pencil tapping against a nearby desk filled the quiet room annoyingly.
- >Far from strange, this was pleasant compared to the normal course of detentions you'd had so far.
- >Not to say that you were a notorious trouble maker, but you were no stranger to fights.
- >If someone felt like getting in your face, how was it wrong to fight back?
- >Luckily for the the other guy, they sent him to detention at another date in case you two decided to go another round
- >It was a little unfortunate as well however, as you did get cut off before a clear winner could be decided.
- >One of the odd things about this detention was the small size of it.
- >Normally there was around 4-5 students in each of these, but today it was just you and a girl.
- >You were fairly sure you had seen her in here before, but then again you never really looked at people's faces in here.
- >People usually only attended detention once or twice, but because of the recent change where detentions were negated every semester, you'd started attending.
- >A small part of you worried over what this would do to your future, but that was a thought for another time.
- >Mrs. Cheerilee sat in front of the class looking excessively bored as usual.
- >You'd always wondered why she took this spot when she always seemed disinterested in your antics.
- >To be fair, a lot of them were against school policy, but what's a rule for if not to be broken?
- >She stared off for a while before a sudden ringing makes both of you jump.
- >Looking down at her phone, she quickly reads some small message before sighing and standing up.
- >Moving towards the door, she pauses for a moment before looking back at you and the other girl.
- >Biting her lower lip she eventually sighs before looking at you.
- > "There's been some trouble down at the library." She tells you.
- "Oh, has there?" You say with mock interest.
- > "Yes, so I will have to go help out. But I've been told not to leave this class unattended." She tells you, flexing her hands.
- "Sounds like a problem."
- > "Yes...but I don't think you two can do anything particularly destructive in that time as long as I lock the door." She tells you.
- >This piques your interest.
- >Time alone inside of a classroom after class?
- > "But know this, I'll be back soon, and if I find out you two did anything, you'll be in serious trouble." She says threateningly.
- "Who, me? I'd never deface school property." You say with joking indigence.
- >Cheerilee eyes you suspiciously before moving towards the door in a hurry.
- >She makes a large show of locking the door behind her before watching you as she closes the door.
- >After hearing the soft sound of her footsteps bled away in the halls you close your eyes and lean onto the desk.
- >It might be a little fun to mess with something in the room, but that would take an effort on your part.
- >Like you said, you never actively sought out trouble, just never shied away from it.
- >Besides, Cheerilee wasn't a particularly mean or vile teacher.
- >Most of the time she was quiet or busy with some of her own work to actually bother you.
- > "So, you come to detention often?" The girl behind you asked.
- >You lift your head up and turn to see her move up a few desks till she was next to yours.
- "More or less. You?" You ask.
- >She was pretty attractive for the usual fair of butch brawlers you saw in here.
- > "Only once or twice before. What're you in for?" She asked with a mischievous smile.
- >What did it matter what you were in for?
- >You got the impression she liked to think this was like jail.
- >Guess she must be honest about that number of visits then.
- "Got into a fight. And you?" You ask, keeping up the light conversation.
- > "I wasn't wearing clothes that fit the dress code." She said with a wink.
- >How dangerous of her.
- >Better than punching out her ex-boyfriend, which was why most girls get sent here.
- >She certainly fits the bill on your typical bimbo or airhead.
- >Those tits look ready to burst out of that tight t-shirt she's wearing, drawing your eyes towards them.
- "Sounds rebellious." You say with a smile.
- > "Oh that's nothing, how about you tell me that fight?" She asks, leaning forward.
- >Her body was certainly curvy and it was clear she was aware of this from the way she was leaning.
- "Why do you care?" You ask, feeling slightly defensive over your behavior.
- > "Because I find it interesting that you got into a fight in a place like our school" She says, never dropping her smile.
- >A place like our school?
- "What do you mean?"
- > "Well, our school seems so plain and boring...yet here you are proving that idea wrong." She says with an odd sort of glee.
- >You knew some girls were attracted to "bad boys" but you thought that was more of a joke than a real thing.
- >Still, what's wrong with playing a part to get laid?
- "Well, it was a fight because he didn't step down after calling me out." You reply.
- >He'd called you out on sleeping with his girlfriend, but that was a bold faced lie.
- >Evidently, his girlfriend told him that she had cheated and he must have just assumed that it had been you.
- >Being a home wrecker wasn't your style though, so you refused to let him go on thinking you were like that.
- > "Wow. So how did it feel when you punched him? I heard he got a bloody nose." She said, holding an even more excited look.
- >Maybe you were wrong about her being into bad boys, but this was getting interesting.
- "There's always a small pain, but knowing the other guy got it worse makes it hurt a little less, I guess." You say with a shrug.
- >Fighting wasn't as fun as they make it out in the movies, due to your fight mostly being between two hormonal teens swinging fists.
- >There wasn't any style or blacks, just ruthless slugging.
- >Which you were good at.
- >She looks disappointed in your response however.
- > "Oh, I heard that it was more fun than that."
- "Sure it's fun overall. I'm not going to lie, it's nice to work out your anger on somebody else." You reply honestly.
- >She blushes and perks up a little at this response.
- > "Sounds exciting."
- "It is. I'm not going to pretend it's a pain or that I'd rather not do it. If you're in a bad situation you use whatever you can." You continue.
- > "Well, you sure sound tough...you get into a lot of fights then?" She presses.
- "Depends. Why do you care?" You ask, losing the smile.
- >It only occurred to you now, but her behavior was rather suspicious.
- > "I like tough guys. You look tough, so I like you." She says with a small blush.
- >Who picks up there dates in detention?
- >Than again, who cares when they're as hot as her.
- "Fair enough. Maybe I do get into fights more than the average person." You reply, leaning against your desk.
- > "Could I feel your arm? I bet it's all muscled." She says with a grin.
- >You eye her up and down, trying to tell if she was being serious or not.
- >What's the harm?
- "Be my guest." You say, holding out your right arm.
- >She grabs at your forearm first, running her smooth hands over it and squeezing occasionally.
- >After a few seconds of this, she moves up towards your bicep and squeezes it.
- > "Wow, you must lift weights or something." She comments in awe of your strength.
- >What's with the corny line?
- "No, I just have to move stuff at work a lot." You say, pulling your arm back a little.
- >She ignores the gesture and pulls your arm closer towards her.
- >Not that she could have held you there if you wanted to get a way, but she was pulling you into her chest.
- >The trade off was the awkward position, an easy price to pay fro getting to feel that chest.
- > "I'll bet. Say, how long do you think we have before she gets back?" She asks, a dangerous look coming over her face.
- >Whatever she was planning looks risky.
- "Guessing from the last few times she left to go to the library, I'd say around a half an hour." You say, looking off in thought.
- > "A whole half hour?"
- "Yep. She usually has to deal with those girls that mess with the computers. We have got some serious alone time." You note, looking back to her.
- >You hoped whatever she planned was something sensible and not something that would cause trouble.
- >She looks from left to right.
- > "Do you want to see them?" She asks with a wicked grin.
- >Glancing from her face down to her chest, you didn't really have to guess what she meant by "them."
- >The question was whether or not she was being serious or not.
- "Would you really just show your chest to someone who doesn't even know your name?" You ask rhetorically.
- >Her grin loses some of it's wildness and she puts her hands neatly into her lap.
- > "My name's Cloud Chaser. Yours?" She asks innocently.
- >You give her your name.
- > "Good, now that that's out of the way...do you?" She says, the blush coming back to her cheeks.
- >If she was so embarrassed by this, why was she the one asking?
- >Unless that blush wasn't from embarrassment.
- "Of course I do." You reply calmly.
- >No sense in lying if she was going to be open about it.
- >She does another quick check towards the door before lifting her shirt up.
- >Watching her hands lift it off of her was almost surreal.
- >Not to say you were shunning the image as her bra covered cleavage came into view.
- >Still, something inside told you that there was something you should doubt about this.
- >She finishes and places the shirt onto her desk before looking at you with a large and slightly crazed smile.
- > "Like what you see?" She says seductively.
- >Looking down at her exposed breasts, you smile, half out of awkwardness and half out of genuine enjoyment.
- "I do." You reply simply, wondering what her end game was.
- > "Good. How about you take your shirt off now?" She says, reaching towards you and placing a hand on your arm.
- >So that was her game?
- >Well, she did show you her chest, can't let a girl out do you on that front.
- >Besides, maybe she'd take more off if you did.
- "Sure." You reply simply before grabbing the bottom of your shirt as she did.
- >You quickly pull the shirt off and lay it at on the desk in front of you before looking back at her.
- >There was a slight chill in the air, making your skin rise.
- >Well, that and the fact you were shirtless in class with a topless girl.
- >She looks over your chest before glancing towards the door and then finally back to your eyes.
- >Her eyes had an odd glint of something wild in them that made you want to see what she would do next.
- > "Nice body you got there...want to see more?" She asks with a sly smile.
- >You thought yes without hesitation, but held off on saying it for a moment.
- >What was going on here exactly?
- "I do if you do." You reply with an equal grin.
- >Saying no would get you nowhere anyway, better to find out what she was doing by yourself.
- > "Good." She says before starting to take off her bra.
- >Quietly watching her, your smile fades for a moment as you unconsciously check the door.
- >It felt wrong to be watching something like this inside of a classroom.
- >But then again, you were getting a chance to see tits.
- >Turning back towards her, you see her hands holding the loose bra towards her chest.
- >The way she held it over herself, you'd swear she was trying to act innocent about her taking it off.
- >Suddenly the idea hits you.
- >Was she just trying to get you into trouble?
- >Getting caught with a half naked girl who would start screaming bloody murder was not a good situation.
- >The realization must've become plain on your face because she starts speaking.
- > "What's the matter?" She asks, losing the smile for a moment.
- >You look into her eyes, trying to see why she would want to do something like that.
- >Was it fun for her?
- "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" You ask, narrowing your eyes.
- > "What're you talking about?" She replies innocently.
- "Don't play around here. Are you setting me up or something?" You pry, leaning towards her more.
- > "What? No, I'm just..." She says, lifting up her hands and almost letting the bra fall.
- >A subtle movement below draws your attention to her shifting legs.
- >They weren't moving like she was uncomfortable, but rather that there was something going on in that was making her uncomfortable.
- >Was it her being caught and starting to squirm?
- >No, she wasn't moving around enough for that and she was looking downward rather than somewhere to escape.
- >What was she doing then?
- >The second realization hits, but this one instead brings the smile back to your face for a moment.
- >She looks up to see your smile and returns it in a fearful copy.
- "Now I get it." You say in a taunting way.
- > "You do?" She asks, getting hopeful.
- "I do, but I want it clear that if we get caught that both of us are going down." You say, returning to a serious look for a moment.
- > "Well obviously. Do you really think there's a chance though?" She asks with a blush.
- >The idea of getting caught made her excited?
- >What a woman.
- "There's a small one...does that make you want to stop?" You say, letting the smile come out again.
- > "Not at all." She says, placing the bra onto the desk and shuddering lightly just from the thought.
- "Good then. Now, what do you want to do next?" You say, switching from looking at her bare chest to her eyes.
- >Normally doing that would be frowned upon at best, but she seemed to like the attention.
- > "How about we take off our pants off next then?" She says pushing her arms together to push her breasts out.
- "You first." You say with a coy smile.
- >She pauses for a moment before standing up and doing as you say.
- >Might as well have some fun with her if she was just using you for some fetish.
- >Standing up, she undoes the button of her pants close to your face.
- >The way she fumbled slightly under your gaze gave you an odd sort of thrill.
- >Maybe she wasn't the only one who was a little crazy here.
- >Eventually she works them off with a small giggle and starts working them down.
- >The pants were tight against her skin, as was apparently fashionable with the girls in your class.
- >It must make the pants terribly uncomfortable to wear, but you had to admit the view was appealing.
- >She bends over as they pass over her round ass and pull slightly at her panties.
- >They were a light blue color like her hair with a simple lace design.
- >Picking one leg up she pulled the res of the pants off before sitting back down on the desk seat.
- >She shivered slightly from the cool acrylic touching her ass.
- > "Okay, your turn." She says with a bright smile and burning blush.
- "Fair enough." You reply, standing up in front of her.
- >Her eyes follow yours up briefly before coming back down to where her eyes met your crotch.
- >Unlike her, your fingers were quick and so you undid them at a normal pace.
- >Biting her lower lip, she watched excitedly as you dropped your pants.
- >Once down, she began eyeing you member, the out line of which could be made out through your underwear.
- >The sight of her hungrily eyeing your man hood actually made you excited.
- >Well, as they say, when in Rome.
- >You place the pants back on the table before checking the clock on the wall.
- >About 10 minutes had passed and the girl was already down to her underwear.
- >How far could you push this, you wonder.
- "So, what do you want to do now?" You ask, not sitting down.
- >With her face that close to your member, you had a pretty clear idea what you and her should do.
- >She stands up and throws her arms around you, surprising you with a kiss.
- >You return it, quickly pressing her body against yours and kissing her back before she pulls away.
- >Her hand slides down the front of your underwear and starts to jerk you off.
- > "What if we get caught?" She whispers.
- "What? Why would you say that?" You ask, still running a hand down her side.
- > "I don't know...but it's just so risky, isn't it fun?" She says, pushing her face into your neck.
- >She started to frantically kiss your neck while jerking you off through inside your underwear.
- >Logically you should stop this before things get further out of control.
- >But then again, her hand did feel amazing sliding up and down your length.
- >Maybe you could indulge her fantasy for a little while.
- >You press her thin body tighter against you, feeling each little movement rub against you.
- >Her skin was warm and electric with tension.
- >Admittedly, the fear of getting caught was making you excited as well.
- >Was it just the girl, or was it a fetish you weren't even aware of?
- >When she presses her lips against yours at starts working her tongue into your mouth, the questions bleed away.
- >Who'd have know the bad influence here would be the girl?
- > "Let's do it before she gets back." She says in hushed tones.
- "On the desk then." You say without even thinking.
- >You must be really getting into the role now, you didn't even bother to look at the clock.
- >She giggles with excitement and sits onto the desk behind her.
- >Pulling back for a moment, you hurriedly strip off the panties from her legs.
- >Her pussy was already wet, which only made you more eager.
- >You pull down your shorts so that your erection popped out before lining it up with her opening.
- >Between her moans you could make out the soft tick of the clock on the wall and remembered you were on a time limit.
- >No sense in wasting time with foreplay then.
- >Pressing in quickly, she covers her mouth to stop and wild moan but lets go again to laugh.
- >It was a lustful, broken laugh as she started to feel her own chest.
- >With each thrust she moved her hand to a now position, trying not to grab her hair too hard lest she mess up her hair.
- > "Yes, fuck me! Oh god, this is so wrong!" She moans, clearly struggling to lower her voice.
- "Be quiet alright? We aren't going to get caught." You tell her, anger starting to rise.
- >A fetish was a fetish, but getting caught fucking someone you just met in detention wasn't a good idea.
- >Hell, you'd probably stop right now were it not for some unsatisfied feeling.
- > "Of course not...so fuck me harder." She says with wicked glee.
- >She was clearly unhinged at this point, not even bothering to pretend like she didn't enjoy the thrill.
- >The sight of her being so enthusiastic gave you a weird sense that it was a challenge.
- >And you were never one to back down when someone called you out.
- >Pressing her legs closer to her body, you start driving into her with renewed passion.
- >The fear of being seen bled from your mind completely and your new concern was beating her challenge.
- >It didn't make much sense, but when you were in the middle of fucking in class things work like that.
- >Her body was shaking with pleasure from each thrust at this point driving you to finish.
- >Eventually her panting started to speed up and she managed to work out he words you'd been waiting for.
- > "I'm gonna...cum!" She works out.
- >You squeeze her arm tightly making her gasps before starting to laugh.
- >A few more thrusts and legs start to shake as she covers her mouth to subdue a moan of bliss.
- >Her orgasm shakes into you, but doesn't finish you off, leaving you feeling primal when you pull out.
- >After having your dick slip out of her, her face becomes a blissful smile before you place a hand on her shoulder.
- >Tugging her slightly, you guide her onto her knees in front of the desk.
- >Rather than object, she looks as though she forgot to do what you were leading to.
- >Once on her knees, she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue while squeezing her chest.
- >Her free hand moves up and starts to jerk you off into her mouth.
- >Not feeling content to just let her work, you hold her hair lightly while you feel the pressure build in your stomach.
- >A few more strokes and you finish.
- >You grit your teeth as a few blasts of cum shoot across her face, most of them landing in her wide mouth.
- >She finishes stroking you off before giving the head a small kiss to pick up any cum that didn't make it out.
- >The sight of her doing this was almost enough to distract you from the time.
- "God damn." You say out of breath before falling against the desk behind you.
- >Remaining standing, you look around and start to put on your t-shirt when you feel her hand on your side.
- >Finishing pulling it over, she had a large smile with a blush.
- >Opening her mouth, she shows you the load that you had just shot onto her face, having evidently scooped the rest into her mouth.
- >Having showed this she closes her mouth with a smile before making a large show of swallowing it.
- >She opens her mouth once again to prove that she had swallowed it.
- "You're crazy, you know that?" You say with a small laugh.
- >Cloudchaser giggles before starting to put on her own clothes as well.
- >Once both of you were dressed you looked towards the clock when you felt your heart skip a beat.
- >She should've shown up just a few seconds ago.
- >Had Mrs. Cheerilee shown up when she normally did or even just a minute earlier, you'd have been caught.
- >Then again, since you weren't caught, everything was fine right?
- >You look over at Cloudchaser who was finishing buttoning her pants before looking at you with a smile.
- >After she was done adjusting her clothes, she hugs onto your arm as you sit on the top of one of the desks.
- > "That was fun...can we do it again?" She asks, rubbing her head against your arm.
- >Same as before, you felt you should just say no and move on.
- >But something else told you that there was a special kind of thrill to what you two had done.
- >Mrs. Cheerilee comes bustling in through the door and Cloudchaser moves into the desk next to you.
- > "Alright, what did you to do?" She says with a suspicious glare.
- "Enjoyed each other's company." You reply with a smile.
- >Cheerilee eyes you both suspiciously but sighs and moves back towards her desk.
- > "Well, so long as you didn't break anything, it's fine I guess." She comments in a very tired way.
- > "We didn't break anything in the room, no." Cloudchaser says before turning to you and winking.
- >The rest of detention passed in a very boring manner until both you and Cloudchaser were dismissed.
- >She followed you to your car with her hands behind her back.
- > "So, can we do that again some time?" She asks you innocently.
- >You stop and turn back to her with a small glare.
- "We were almost caught you know. If she had come back on time, we'd be in major trouble right now." You say sternly.
- >Surprisingly, she doesn't shy away from your scorning, instead taking it as a compliment.
- > "Yeah, but we weren't. Plus you can't say it wasn't exciting." She says, getting closer to you.
- >It was true that you had gotten excited from idea of getting caught, but it was obvious that you weren't as excited as her.
- "Maybe. But what's in it for me?" You say, not willing to go through the risk without reward.
- > "Well, I just want some fun, whatever you want I can do." She says placing a hand on your arm.
- >You think the idea over for a moment before turning towards your car and opening it.
- "Need a ride then?" You say with a grin, looking back at her.
- >She moves towards the door other door before looking back to you.
- > "But how will I pay you back for the ride?" She says seductively.
- "I was thinking you could see how many people can tell if a driver's getting head." You say, stepping into the car.
- >Following you into the car, you start it up and turn towards her as she started to pant from excitement.
- > "What if someone does see us?"
- "Would you stop?"
- > "Nope." She says with a simple smile.
- >You drive away, the bad influence of your new girlfriend sitting right next to you.
- >Detention wasn't as bad as everyone says it is.
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