Play fighting

A moment passed between the two of you where you both stayed still, each eyeing the other up until that moment quickly passed.

You moved as quickly as you could, shifting yourself back so that she would lose her balance slightly and then reaching back up to grab her arm. You didn’t reach for her hands this time but instead grabbed just below her elbow, trying the same with your other arm now that you didn’t need to hold yourself up.

In the surprise, Rebecca wasn’t able to respond quick enough and you were able to pull her down towards you, almost getting your arms to then wrap around her waist.

She however was able to wriggle free from your hold at the cost of losing some of her modesty, her skirt falling down past her hips and trapping her legs as she essentially crawled out of your grip.

You were happy to make that trade and eagerly held onto her skirt instead of her, letting her get free but now with nothing covering her lower half except her panties and her shoes/socks. You could see her blushing but she still wore a confident expression on her face, making you wonder what her end goal was.

She however still took the time to look down at herself and decide to get rid of her shoes entirely, her thoughts on why still unknown to you.

With you separated again, there was another brief staredown before Rebecca made a move before you did. With you still lying on the ground, she got closer and tried pulling one of your pant legs down on your jeans, obviously intending to level the playing field.

The look on her face was priceless when she realised it wouldn’t work with you still sitting on the floor, as if the answer was obvious to her only after trying to pull you free. You could see the dynamic was going to work better with you being the aggressor anyway as it felt like you could easily slip into letting her take off your clothes given you also wanted that.

Instead, you quickly reached forward and with just her shirt on, you moved to try and undo her top button, getting resistance as you expected her to stop your attempt. She moved to get away but you persisted, continuing to make attempts at undoing her buttons.

She was able to get away from some of your attempts, but not all of them. Almost fully wrestling with you at some points until you reached for the final one, her shirt became fully undone at the front. You had seen glimpses of her bra but seeing that it matched her panties gave you some feeling of pleasure to know that she may have done that just for you. The black set that she wore complimented her outfit that was now partially scattered around the room.

You were still both keeping yourself mainly on the floor, neither standing as if that had been a rule you had agreed on beforehand. You could see Rebecca’s chest rise and fall as the sound of her heavier breathing filled the room. You were also catching your breath, even if you tried to look more composed than you actually were.

You’d been able to keep up with your partners in bed so far but this was more of a workout than you had originally planned for the start of the day. Still, it felt like this battle was not quite over yet with Rebecca still eyeing you up, expecting you to make another move.

Knowing she was waiting for you, you faked a move towards her by quickly lifting your arms. She flinched to move back and then tried to right herself when she saw that you weren’t actually trying. With her having been squatting with her feet on her tiptoes, she struggled to regain her balance, giving you plenty of time to actually rush towards her.

She saw you coming and she looked like a deer in the headlights as she had already lost her equilibrium, tipping to the side and not being able to stop you from reaching up to grab her arms that were flailing around.

You grabbed her first hand and then moved to grab the other, only getting your fingers around her wrist after she had tried to steady herself against one of the filing cabinets. With her wrists secured in your grasp, you both ended up turning your heads as a loud noise of something crashing to the floor rang out.

A pile of books that had been precariously placed on top of the cabinet hit the floor cover side down, the wooden floor it landed on almost making it sound like a slap as it fell.

With you distracted, you waited to see if there were any sounds from outside from people curious to investigate the noise, thankful that the door had been locked behind the two of you. You let out a sigh when nobody knocked and turned back to Rebecca.

“You know you could have escaped while I wasn’t looking” you said with a smirk, thinking she might have been just as cautious as you.

“How? You’ve got me” she replied.

At first you thought she was joking with you but her expression showed that she genuinely believed she was fully tied down, only wriggling slightly when she could have fully kicked you away with her legs.

You were about to question her on what she actually meant but a knocking at the door put a stop to that and raised your anxiety levels all in one go. You immediately let go of Rebecca and she scrambled to make herself look slightly more presentable.

Her skirt had been thrown aside so you moved to grab it for her, looking down at yourself and finding that the only thing you needed to fix was to zip your fly back up.

“Rebecca you in there?” the principal's voice rang out, making Rebecca freeze in place until you passed her her skirt.

“One second!” she replied, your movement seemingly shaking her back into action.

With little room to hide anywhere, you grabbed your bag and moved to get around the desk so you could hide under it. Before you fully ducked down, you gave your teacher a thumbs up as she looked to you for approval, her outfit looking presentable enough to answer the door.

She took the extra steps needed to make it to the door and rattled the bolt for longer than she probably needed to, just giving both you and her a little extra time to prepare yourselves.

“What was that noise?” the principal questioned, not having any care for what may have happened.

You realised it had taken the woman some extra time to get up and out of her office to get to where she was now. The fact that you hadn’t heard her head to the door however did give you some hope that she hadn’t heard you and Rebecca play fighting before the accident, leaving you listening to whatever Rebecca would say next.