Billy hits the brakes...

"Hold up, Miss Wilson..." Billy gently pushed Beth back, breathing heavily, {if Shame > 49
}"You're right. {else
}"{endif
}We shouldn't be doing this..."
{if Shame < 30
}"It's okay, Billy. I'm not going to tell anyone." Beth wanted to sink back into him, feel his hands roaming on her body again. "Besides, you started it."
"I know, but still." Billy looked suddenly sad. "This doesn't feel right."
Beth squirmed on his lap, feeling his erection as it rubbed against the growing damp spot on her panties. "Feels pretty nice to me."
"Miss Wilson, I'd love nothing more than to..." he swallowed hard. "...you know. But if anyone saw this, or found out..." he pushed Beth gently off his lap and back onto her feet. "You'd be fired and I'd be expelled. After everything you just said....I can't take that risk. And I could never forgive myself if I got you fired."
Beth shook her head, clearing out some of the cobwebs. He's right. This is super risky. Principal Schiff could walk in that door any second. I have to be smarter than that. "I guess you're right, Mr. Preston."
"Believe me, I hate myself for making you stop..." his look of hunger almost made her jump right back into his lap. Discretion...patience...
Beth {elseif Shame < 70
}Beth nodded slowly. Fuck. I don't want him to stop, now. But he's right. She slid off his lap and began to fix her clothes. She couldn't help but stare at his bulging pants. Was that wet spot from him, or her? Beth could feel the dampness on her panties. "You're right."
"You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?" His face was suddenly scared.
"No, Billy. I'd be in much worse trouble than you."
"I'd get expelled for assaulting a teacher."
"That's not what happened."
"Come on, Miss Wilson. Someone like Schiff wouldn't have any trouble believing that's what happened." Billy still looked scared.
"Hey, I'd never do that to you." Beth was trying to sound reassuring. "Besides, this will never happen again, so you don't need to worry about it." She worked hard to keep regret out of her voice. The look from Billy told her she had not succeeded.
Beth {else
}"No..." Beth tried to claw her sense of propriety back from wherever it had gone. She slipped off Billy's lap. "No we absolutely should not." Her eyes were locked on the bulge in his pants. Was that we spot from her?
"So...what happens now?" Billy had a quaver of fear in his voice.
"What happens now, Mr. Preston, is that I'm going to go fix my makeup, you're going to sit quietly until the end off detention, and we will never speak of this again." Why do I regret saying that?
"You're not going to tell Schiff about this, are you?"
"Never!" Beth was appalled at the thought of that jerk knowing what had just happened.
Beth suited her words, and
{endif
}made her way to the bathroom. Her makeup was a little smeared in spots, but it didn't take her long to fix it. {if Shame > 49
} She spent an extra few minutes just staring at herself in the mirror. What is wrong with you? You need to get control of yourself. {endif
}
As Beth exited the bathroom, the tone rang for 3:55, signaling the end of the afterschool period. "You should get to your bus, Billy." {if Shame < 50
}Before I take you somewhere and put you through your paces. God...that bulge was big. {else
}For safety reasons. {endif
}Beth signed the detention sheet to signify completion. "Have a nice evening."
Billy was staring at her as he gathered his things together. Don't look at me with those eyes, kiddo. {if Shame < 50
}You might not make it out of this classroom otherwise. {else
}Beth schooled her face to stillness and fought the urge to bite her bottom lip. {endif
}
Once Billy had gone, she collapsed against the wall, panting hard.