**Detention Turned Dirty**

I never thought I’d be sitting in detention on a Friday afternoon, but here I was—stuck re-writing sentences because I mouthed off to Mr. Peters. But the real kicker? She was here too. You. The girl from my chemistry class with the sharp tongue and the way of looking at me like you already knew every dirty thought I’d ever had about you.

The classroom was empty except for us. The teacher on duty had stepped out to take a call, leaving you and me alone. You were sitting sideways in your desk, legs crossed, your skirt riding up just enough that I could see the edge of your thigh-highs. You caught me staring.

“Enjoying the view?” you smirked, flicking your hair over your shoulder.

I swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

You uncrossed your legs slowly, deliberately, letting your skirt hike up even higher. My dick throbbed when I saw the smooth expanse of your inner thigh. “You know,” you said, voice low, “detention would be a lot less boring if we made our own fun.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I shoved my desk aside and crossed the room in two strides. Before you could say another word, I had you pinned against the chalkboard, my hands gripping your hips. Your breath hitched as I pressed my body against yours, my cock already hard against your ass.

I pushed your skirt up around your waist, exposing your tight little ass and the thin strip of your thong. I groaned at the sight, running my hands over your curves. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You turned your head, looking over your shoulder at me with those dark, teasing eyes. “Prove it.”

My fingers hooked into your panties, peeling them down your thighs. Your pussy was already glistening—I could smell how wet you were. I slid two fingers inside you without warning, making you gasp and push back against my hand. “God, you’re soaked,” I growled, curling my fingers just right.

You whimpered, rubbing your clit against my palm. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I pulled my fingers out and brought them to your ass, pressing against your tight hole. You tensed for a second but then relaxed, arching your back. “You want it there?” I asked, my voice rough.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. Just—go slow at first.”

I spat into my hand, slicking up my cock before rubbing the head against your ass. The tight heat was unreal. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling you clench around me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groaned, gripping your hips tighter.

You moaned, reaching back to grab my thigh. “Oh my god, it’s so deep.”

Once I was fully inside, I gave you a second to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and shoving back in hard. You yelped, but then rocked back against me, taking every inch. I set a rough pace, my balls slapping against your wet pussy with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin filled the empty classroom, mixed with your whimpers and my grunts.

“Harder,” you gasped, pushing your ass back onto me.

I obliged, fucking you deeper, my fingers digging into your hips. You were so tight, so hot—I could already feel my orgasm building. I reached around and rubbed your clit, making you cry out. “You gonna come for me?” I panted.

“Yes, fuck, yes—” Your body trembled, your ass clenching around me as you came. That was all it took—I buried myself to the hilt and came with a groan, filling you up.

We stayed like that for a second, both panting. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from your ass. You turned around, your skirt still bunched around your waist, and smirked. “Best detention ever.”

I kissed you hard. “We’re definitely getting in trouble again.”