You have to wait another two days until it is just the two of you again.

Although you were dying for some alone time (especially after a tease like that), it just wasn't to be. Coach Mullins having no need for Bryce the next day either, and your attempts to chat with Randall after detention were interrupted too. First by Bryce, then by Mr. Hanson. Still, the photo was much appreciated. Finding it rather bold on Randall's part to send you something like that. Even if there was no way anyone else would actually be able to tell who's nipple it was.

When Wednesday afternoon's detention came though, you found the classroom once again absent of Bryce and 'Miss. Card' ready for a repeat performance of last week's lesson.

"Under the desk with you. Come on. Chop-chop!" she ordered. Pulling her chair out and showing you the little gap beneath her desk where she wanted you to crawl. And crawl you did, getting down on your hands and knees and backing your way under.

"Like this?" you asked, looking up excitedly at her phenomenal curves.

"Yes, that will do. We don't want anyone catching you after all."

Moving the chair forward again and sitting down, you found yourself now completely boxed in and hidden from view underneath the desk. With Miss. Card's beautiful stocking clad legs on either side of your face. Staring directly up her skirt at yet another pair of dark lacy panties.

Hoisting his skirt up a little to reveal them in full, he then asked, "Well... What are you waiting for, Mr. Connors? Get to work." Pulling them to the side then and revealing to you once again, her vagina.

As with before, you got immediately stuck in. Thrusting your mouth around her fleshy lips and going to town on him with your tongue. Getting yet another thrill out of actually eating your teacher out inside her own classroom. This time, hidden beneath her desk, as if any moment someone could walk in. Talk about a rush. An incredibly sexy and delicious tasting rush!

Randall was of course full into the role play again as you ate him out. Doing his best to stifle his moans as he pretended every so often that he could hear someone coming. Ramping up your arousal all the more. You meanwhile, where uncomfortable and cramped, but you also had your face between the most gorgeous pair of legs you'd ever seen. The picture of the nipple he'd sent being nothing compared to actually experiencing this.

Just as you were on the final leg however - Randall's muffled moans and groans getting louder and harder to contain and his crotch basically humping your face - he suddenly froze. Hearing the door opening on the other side of the classroom you did the same. Ceasing your attack on his dripping pussy and immediately beginning to panic. Oh God... Who the fuck is that? It seeming very much like the two of you were about to be discovered. Discovered between your teacher's legs, bringing her to orgasm with your mouth. Resulting in expulsion for you, and for Randall... well, not only would it be his job, it's probably be jail too!

All this went through your mind in the space of about two seconds as you waited for the inevitable uproar from whoever that was out there. Picturing Coach Mullins or Principle Johnson. The voice you heard instead though sounded extremely nervous and not filled with the anger you'd expected...

"Uhm... M-Miss. Card...?"

"Yes, Mr. ...Swanson...," Randall replied. His voice heavy and slightly out of breath, but doing his best to sound calm. "What is it?"

Swanson? you thought. Oh Thank God! Feeling a momentary wave of relief. It being clear from Randall's response that the pervy old Math teacher had no idea what had been going on beneath this desk. The nervousness in his voice possibly being explained by the angry phone message Randall had sent him all those weeks back in the hospital. Having told you that Swanson now avoided him like the plague. Though, that still didn't mean you were in the clear yet. He could quite easily suss out what was going on still. All he had to do was spot you crouched there underneath the desk. The door to the classroom and Miss. Card's desk only being about ten feet apart.

For the moment though, he seemed to be otherwise occupied. Continuing then with the reason he was here. "I uh... I've got a message from Principle Johnson."

"And?" Randall pushed. Doing his best not to sound flustered, but it coming out as a bit of a snap.

"There's a Mrs. Walsh here to see you about the Booster Club ball. She's waiting for you in his office."

"Okay. I'll be there in a moment," he told him.

"Okay," Swanson replied. There being a pause then for a couple of seconds and you had no idea what was going on. Stuck as you were underneath the desk with your face mere inches away from Randall's incredibly wet pussy. Your fingers having froze were they were too, holding his labia lips wide open. Leaving you with nowhere else to look but at the pink hole inside that was winking and twitching and ever so slightly as he breathed. The smell that was coming off it driving you insane. It was certainly a weird position to be in. On the one hand being more turned on than ever before, with this vision of feminine heaven before you. On the other, struck by terror and fear over the fact that 'Sweaty' Swanson was standing less than ten feet away and could no doubt discover you at any moment. Convinced that his rather erratic breathing and the smell of his sex alone would give you away.

"That means you can leave now, Mr. Swanson," Randall eventually said. Swanson clearly just standing there awkwardly as he always did. No doubt perving on his chest or something creepy like that. Not that you were one to talk exactly...

"Oh.. yuh-yeah, of course," he stuttered, "Sorry." Followed by the shuffling of feet and the sound of the door closing. Leaving the two of you once again alone.

Less than a second later, you heard Randall say, "Holy shit! Can you believe that?" His tone suggesting relief, surprise, as well as excitement. Excitement over what had just occurred.

You were admittedly feeling kind of the same (edging more towards the relieved end of the scale), as he pushed his chair back then so that he could look down at you.

"He had no fucking clue you were down here, dude! Can you imagine what he would have done if he knew?"

Yeah. Head straight to the Principle's office...

"...He'd probably start jacking off right there, the pervy old fuck!"

"Jesus, Randall!" you said. Amazed that he could be so blasé. "He could have seen us!"

"Nah. No way. Can't see nothing behind this desk," Randall replied, giving it a little tap. Chuckling then as he added, "Though I should probably double check the door is locked next time."

"Yeah. That would probably be a good idea," you agreed, laughing slightly yourself. The situation having been so absurd that it was pretty much all you could do.

Pulling his chair back out then and allowing you some room to breathe, Randall then sighed. "Oh well, guess that means I don't get to cum. What a jip! Fucking Terri Walsh!"

You could only agree. Having hoped that once he was done (unlike last time) he might return the favor. Or at least let you suck on his tits for a while.

Giving himself a little wipe with a tissue and spraying a little bit of perfume from his handbag, he then slipped his panties back into position and sorted out his skirt. Pulling it back down his legs and straightening it out. Obviously not wanting to go face the Principal and Mrs. Walsh smelling of sex. You similarly cleaned his juices off your face (mostly with your tongue) and sat back down at your desk. Wishing you could do something about this boner that even 'Sweaty' Swanson's unexpected interruption couldn't kill.

"Alright, just hang fire and I'll go see what she wants," he told you, giving his hair and makeup a little check in his makeup mirror, before heading towards the door. Adding with a playful little smirk as he went, "No funny business mister."

You seriously doubted though that it was possible to get any funnier than that. The danger of almost being caught in a way actually making it a hell of a lot more exciting. Bringing it all back to you that this wasn't you simply messing around with your best friend. This was a teacher having an affair with a student on school property. The two of you were playing an incredibly risky game. A game that was on hold unfortunately for the moment. Finding yourself sitting there alone in the empty classroom for the next thirty-five minutes, leaving only around ten minutes of detention left. After holding out since last Friday for some sort of sexual release, you found it rather frustratingly cut short. Interruptions seeming to be somewhat of a recurring theme when it came to you and Randall.

When he did finally return, he brought with him a bit of news.

"So this fundraising ball that's being held to raise money for new equipment for the football team this Friday... well, turns out you're gonna be coming along too."

"What? Wait a minute... how?" you asked. This seemingly coming out of nowhere. "I'm not involved with any of that!"

"You are now," Randall said, closing the door again and sitting back down on his seat. "Principal Johnson thought it would be a good idea to have a few students helping out. Taking people's coats, serving drinks, that kind of thing. So I suggested you to help make up the numbers. Bryce too. Call it a part of your punishment."

"No way!" you protested. "That's not fair!"

"Well I sure as hell wasn't gonna go on my own, and you did both agree to help me and Coach Mullins out with extra curricular tasks we might have for you. I figure this counts. Besides, it might just get you back in his good books. Johnson might not know the real reason you two are in detention, but we had to tell him something."

Well that's just fucking brilliant! There goes my Friday night.