Returning to the ballroom a few minutes later, with a box of raffle prizes in hand, you soon spotted Randall, Principle Johnson, Mrs. Walsh and a few other Booster Club cronies chatting away with one another in the far corner. Pointing at various people and motioning towards the stage, as if they were overseeing some sort of military operation (as opposed to a high school raffle). As far as you could tell it was business as usual, ...Thank God. Nothing about their manner indicating that Johnson had finally figured out what had been going on in the storage room moments before and that the two of you had been busted. His mind seemingly now being on other things as he beckoned over a few nearby students and sent them your way...
"Where are these prizes then?" Aaron Edwards asked after reaching you. Johnson obviously having instructed them to assist you with the boxes.
Directing them where to go, you continued on towards Randall. Trying to play it cool and keep a straight face. Wondering if you'd start grinning first or he would. You didn't get the opportunity to find out however as Mrs. Walsh clocked you first. Making a beeline straight towards you as she said, "And just where do you think you're going with that?" Not giving you any time to answer as she directed you then towards the stage. "Put them over there. The raffle is about to begin any moment."
Though you didn't really appreciate her patronizing tone (nor the fact that she was pretty much telling you off for helping), you did as you were told. Noting Randall, out of the corner of your eye, giving you little more than the briefest of glances before quickly looking away, as if he was purposefully trying to ignore you. Which it did in fact seem that he was. After all the raffle prizes had been brought out and Principle Johnson took to the stage to sing the praises of the Booster Club and of the success of the fundraiser, you tried on more than once occasion to catch Randall's eye as he stood there in the wings, next to Mrs. Walsh. Hoping for some kind of knowing little look or smile of recognition over what you'd both just gotten away with, but receiving none. Randall's eyes never once meeting your own.
Guess he must just be playing it safe, you told yourself. Figuring that after nearly getting caught having sex with both a minor and one of his students, he probably thought it would be best to keep his distance for the remainder of the night and not give Johnson any further reason to become suspicious. Which you supposed in a way somewhat made sense. There being plenty of time to laugh about it during the drive home.
Once that time came and you'd finally been dismissed of your duties however, you found him nowhere to be seen. Much to your dismay.
"Lost something, bro?" a voice behind you asked as you searched around the ballroom for him, "...or are you looking for Gretchen?" Followed soon after by a hard clap on the shoulder. It was Bryce. "Afraid she skipped out while you were in the kitchen cleaning up. Said to say bye though."
Though this was promising to hear (especially as you'd never got a chance to speak with her again after Randall's interruption), it wasn't Gretchen you were looking for. Ignoring Bryce's rather suggestive grin as you instead told him, "Uh... no. No actually. I was just looking for Miss. Card."
As it turned out, "she" had apparently skipped out on you too. Bryce informing you that he'd seen her leave about a half hour ago with Terri Walsh. Leaving you to question why the hell he'd just gone and left you here. Having been your ride home. What the fuck?
"She did look pretty fucking hot tonight though," Bryce meanwhile continued. Completely oblivious to your confusion as he chuckled away to himself. "Wish she'd dress like that for us in detention. Those giant tits of hers were just begging to be motor-boated!"
They certainly had been. And while you had almost done just that earlier on, back when he was enthusiastically riding your cock in the store room and those two quivering mounds were bouncing around in front of your face, you were much too annoyed to give it much thought right now. Getting flashbacks to weeks prior and the last time Randall had ditched you for Terri fucking Walsh!
By the time you'd gotten home though (Bryce giving you a ride instead), you had managed to calm yourself down and gave him a call to find out exactly what he'd been thinking. His reason for bailing not being too dissimilar to that previous incident and pretty much what you'd been expecting truth be told...
"Sorry, dude. Terri and the others kind of ramrodded me into going back to hers for an "after party". Didn't get a chance to tell you before she was pulling me out the door."
Though deep down you were still kind of pissed, you learned these past few months that there really wasn't too much point dwelling on such things. Seeing as they were pretty much guaranteed to keep happening given yours and Randall's situation, and were most of the time out with his control. And so told him, "No worries." Having more pressing things to discuss anyway. Having not gotten the chance to before. "Was pretty wild earlier on though, huh? Johnson almost catching us..."
"Yeah. Was pretty damn close," he agreed. "Can you imagine what would have happened if he'd walked in like thirty seconds earlier?"
"He didn't though. Which you've got to admit is kinda funny. One of his teachers and one of his students having sex with each other right under his nose, and he's completely oblivious!"
"I don't know about that..."
"What do you mean?" you asked. It almost sounding like he knew something you didn't.
"I mean, he might not have actually caught us, but you've got to admit it must have looked pretty darn suspicious. We've got to be way more careful in future."
"Hey, it was you that jumped me remember," you made sure to point out. You'd been more than happy chatting away to Gretchen before he'd interrupted and used his feminine wiles on you.
This he could also agree with. Admitting that it was a pretty stupid move on his part. Having just been so bored dealing with all the Booster Club crap that he'd needed a little distraction. He wasn't going to be making that mistake again he assured you, sounding a lot more rattled than you were, before telling you that he'd talk to you again "on Monday", much to your disappointment. You had of course hoped that you could hang out again over the weekend, but apparently Miss. Esposita and Miss. Wells had beaten you to it. Having already planned to go shopping the Saturday and then have a "girly day in" on Sunday. Leaving you with little else to do than thrash your little brother on XBox and chat with Sean online.
This in turn left you with little else to do over the weekend but amuse yourself destroying your little brother on XBox and chatting with Sean online. Thankfully having a surrogate of sorts for Randall while he was otherwise indisposed (even if it wasn't quite the same).
When Monday rolled on then and you saw him again in detention, you discovered much to your delight that Bryce was once again helping out Coach Mullins on the track field. Leaving you and "Miss. Card" entirely alone.
"So, what's the lesson today, Miss?" you asked him suggestively as you sat down at your desk. Having been dreaming of that voluptuous body of his all weekend and wondering what he had planned.
His response unfortunately was not what you'd been hoping for. Informing you that there would be "No lesson. Just get on with your studying please." Barely even moving his head to look at you.
"But don't you wanna... You know," you pushed. Figuring he was just playing around. "...Like before?"
Glancing first towards the door and then back to you, Randall's voice suddenly broke into a sharp hush. Clearly paranoid somewhat might hear him. "I already told you, dude, we've got to be more careful. We can't mess around like that anymore."
"Randall, c'mon. Seriously?" you questioned. Figuring this was taking things a bit too far. "Fucking Sweaty Swanson walked in on us last week while I was under the desk eating your pussy. That certainly didn't seem to put you off." In fact, as you recalled he'd actually been pretty excited. It was you that had been the worried one. How the tables had seemingly turned...
"That was different," he quickly assured you. "Swanson had no fucking clue what was going on. Principle Johnson was clearly suspicious. All he needs is one little slip up and he'll soon put two and two together. And then what'll happen? I'll lose my job for starters and then probably end up in jail for having sex with a minor." This, you recalled being the very scenario he'd described while seducing you two nights prior. Using the danger to get you both off. Clearly the thought was no longer quite so arousing to him now. "There's no way I'm taking that chance," he continued. Putting his foot down. "Things are just gonna have stay strictly professional between us from now on. At least in school. I'm your teacher and you're my student. End of."
Though your immediate reaction to this was to try and talk him out of it, Randall was having none of it. Your lust for his body and what lay between his legs blinding you from something that deep down you knew was very much the sensible option. For all the excitement and danger, the two of you had been sailing desperately close to the wind and it was only a matter of time before you got caught for real. Ruining both your lives as a result. You had just grown so used to fooling around in class these last two weeks in detention that you'd forgotten what it was like before. Back when sex had been a rare occurrence. Besides, it couldn't last forever anyway. Your detention was over at the end of the week and then it would be back to business as usual again. Whatever that was...
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