Let Miss Wilson show her hand.

Once you calm down slightly, you realize it'd be a good idea to assess at the situation. Miss Wilson saw you looking at Sarah's tits, but then again what guy wouldn't? Besides, this is an after effect of you being held after, not why you were held after. You don't know what she saw, if anything, so speaking now could bury you. Wait, let her speak, find out what she knows, then lie your ass off.

"Well," Miss Wilson starts, "how about we start with you Sarah? What exactly were you two doing before class." Predictable approach, she took the weak link, probably not realizing this benefits you as well. She saw you two doing something, but since she was behind you two, she can't know what. Of course, Sarah's fidgeting and **** to look Miss Wilson in the eye isn't helping things...or is it?

"Sarah," you burst in, "just tell her the truth. I'd rather she separate us in class than assume we act indecent in school and get our parents involved." Sarah, keeping her head down, shoots you a quizzical look, and you admit, you probably could have dropped a few better hints for her.

"Well, well, well," Miss Wilson says slyly, her gaze now trained on you. "You were up to something, something naughty and hormonal? Something not fit for a school?"

"Not exactly," Sarah says, slightly more confident. 'Please let her story be thought out,' is all you think over and over again.

"So what was it, 'exactly'?" Miss Wilson asks, calling Sarah's bluff.

"Well, we were just flirting, and a little belly contact. And if you hadn't interrupted us, we probably would have kissed a little until class started." You say a silent thank you that she got that with so little hints. All she has to do now is say it, and you're both home free.

"Oh, so you two are dating now, right?" Miss Wilson asks in a voice saying the unknown just dawned on her.

"Yeah," you say with confidence. "We're at the age where our hormones are settling down. We just can't completely contain it yet, so we are going to touch sort of personal areas of each other. Of course, we'd save breast contact for off school grounds, we're hormonal, not animals."

"Okay," Miss Wilson says with a demonic look in her eye, "So, where's the relationship at? Second base?"

Uh oh, she's going to dig for details. You two can bull shit the idea separately, but details are a craps shot. You can see Sarah is worried, she knows exactly how deep you two are going to be buried if you screw up.