Reluctantly

“Fine, But if you ever tell anyone this then you're dead to me” she replied, leaning forward in her chair and resting her arms on her desk and tapping her finger restlessly.

You mimed zipping your mouth shut and throwing away the key before patiently waiting for her to tell you her story.

“... This was only a few years ago but while I was still living with my family, I assumed everyone had left the house so I thought I'd have the afternoon all to myself. You might think this is strange but I bought some of them knock-off handcuffs online… as a joke I mean!” she explained, cutting herself off and blushing a deeper shade of red.

You made a note that she had at least slightly dipped her toes into some BDSM stuff before the KDK had done its thing and waited for her to continue.

“I was in a weird mood and thought I might as well try them out if nobody else was going to bother me. I might have got a bit too into it and after testing them in front of me with the key a couple times, I ended up stripping and turning on a vibrator before locking the cuffs around my wrists. I really should have planned ahead a bit more but in the heat of the moment, I thought it would be better to lock them with my arms behind my back and… you can probably guess how it went from there” she answered, staring at you sheepishly as she waited for your reaction.

“I could guess but it’d be a lot better if you told me anyway” you replied, matching her stare and hoping for her to go into further detail. She still seemed hesitant but she closed her eyes and pictured her memories to give you a better picture.

“Well, I’d left the vibrator on my bed next to me so I was actually able to rub my pussy against it and it was pretty exciting for the main part. I remember trying to stifle my moans as I started getting closer, more of a **** of habit I imagine but just as I was reaching a tipping point, she knocked on the door and ruined everything “she scowled, seemingly reliving how annoyed she felt at being interrupted.

“Did she actually catch you or…” you asked, leaning forward and putting yourself on the edge of your seat as you got more invested in her story.

“No, god no. I think I'd still be hiding away under my covers if she had done. I managed to shove the vibrator under my covers to hide the noise and ended up just poking my head around the door when she opened it after she knocked. I had to keep it closed with the rest of my body but I don’t think she would have expected to see me completely naked and handcuffed while there was a buzzing in the background” she replied, giving a defeated smile at the near miss she had before deflating back into her chair.

You imagined the scene and couldn’t help but grin at the almost comical situation that she had got herself in.

“Considering you're not still in the handcuffs how did you actually get them off?” you jokingly asked, brightening Rebecca’s expression slightly.

“My mother left eventually. I can’t even remember why she had knocked on the door but after she was gone the mood was pretty much ruined. When I’d scrambled to the door earlier, I ended up dropping the key and it took me ages trying to find it and actually free myself. I tried contorting myself to get my hands in front of me but I just couldn’t get them out from behind me. It took me about 20 mins even with a mirror to watch my hands before I got them off and I can still remember the relief I felt” she replied with a grin, subconsciously rubbing her wrists as if she remembered the feeling.

You both sat there in a comfortable silence as you continued to imagine what she would have looked like. Rebecca seemed to be off in her own little world as she thought back but started blushing once she realised you were trying to imagine the same thing.

“A-Anyway, since you remembered the work I had planned for you then we might as well make a start” she stuttered, quickly trying to change the topic.

“What about my story? I thought the deal was that we both have to get embarrassed?” you asked, trying to stop the change in conversation.

“You can tell me after school. We're not gonna get all of this done now so we can do the rest later. And I promise to help with the research you're doing” she said, giving you a compromise.

“Alright fine but you better not complain about it” you sighed, acting defeated as you pushed your chair closer to her desk.

After that, there wasn’t anything that interesting about the work you had been given. You worked through some tests that she had handed out last week alongside the answer sheet and helped give everyone their grades. It was pretty monotonous work but the two of you got into a nice rhythm for the remaining time of your lunch, talking about a few random topics as you tried to judge if her active effect had worn out.

She wasn’t avoiding your questions but she did give a few answers that sounded evasive so you just assumed the invisible countdown had passed. Maybe the recent questions you were asking weren’t risky enough for her to not give you an answer or that she was comfortable enough around you to tell you the truth anyway but you still made note of the time to try and confirm if you were correct after some testing at a later time.

You managed to get a few seconds of contact just through accidental grazes and even got some free lunch out of it when Rebecca offered you some sandwiches that she had packed. There were only about 5 minutes left before your next lesson when you had finally gotten through the first of the two piles that the two of you needed to work on. You understood why she had wanted your help and she seemed thankful to have someone to help pass the time.

You had to rush off to your own class and Rebecca had to go and teach hers so you both quickly separated after you left the office and went about your own business. You had hoped the time you spent with her could have been more exciting but you considered it an investment in furthering your relationship, even if it was only a minuscule amount.

You had also missed your chance to bring up a topic or two that you had hoped would bring her closer to your other subjects but you hadn’t found the right time and you still had another shot in only a few short hours. You power-walked through the hallway to try and get to your class on time but you knew it was probably going to be a boring afternoon.

Emma wasn’t in any of your classes for the rest of the day and neither were any of the friends the two of you hung around with. She had been the one who originally hung around with them once you started high school and she had introduced you after she got to know them. Thankfully this was your history class which was actually one of the few lessons you shared with your sister so at least you wouldn’t be on your own.

You sat down in your usual spot at the back and watched as the rest of your classmates slowly filed in after lunch, their expressions showing how much they hated coming back to class after having some valuable free time. Sarah walked through the door with her usual group of friends and was joking alongside them until she spotted you. If this had been a week ago, she would have flat out ignored you and joined her friends without a care in the world but she stopped in her tracks and seemed to be facing a dilemma of where to sit.