You try something

You stare at the valley of her tits and into her glaring eyes. You always imagined something like this happening in your perverted fantasies but now that it's actually happening you're at a loss. She continues to squirm and struggle forcing you to her hips and your head down near her crotch. The smell of her sex forces you to look up her skirt to find a damp spot on her undergarments. And any action born from calamity vanishes. You start to pull her skirt up.

Your teacher freezes for a moment be looks down at you panic at the edge of her glaring eyes.

"Stop that right now! This is ****!" She repeats. You remember what Ms. Locke did earlier and asked a question in reply.

"And what were you just doing to me?" Anger returns to her eyes.

"You agreed!" She argued.

"Not to what you were doing." You replied holding our ground.

"So what are you going to do, **** me? Go ahead! You'll get expelled, arrested! Or you can stop and just go home." She yells.

You sit there considering your options. On one hand you can get **** on your teacher... but on the other you can get in **** trouble for it.