The Rules of Detention - Sex Stories

The Rules of Detention

... repented. Derek looked up at the board, watching her down write math problems. Still facing the board, she added, “You can add two weeks to your detention time.” Derek grabbed his bag off the floor and stood up from his seat, heading to the door. Felicia didn't even turn her head towards him.“I didn't excuse you,” she said, almost not caring that he was leaving. “Fuck you,” he said, forcing the door open, and slamming it shut. Derek headed down the hall towards the library. He didn't like the fact he would have to spend the next two weeks in detention with her. He knew she probably resented him for having to stay later at work. What could she do in an hour that wouldn't be a complete bore? Teacher's weren't allowed cell phone use in front of students, their computers have proxies in place so they can't get on social media sites, and she is too young to just sit still for an hour. Derek walked into the library and sat down at a computer. He couldn't go back home without his phone, or go to practice without Felicia coming to look for him, so he had to stay behind in detention after class. If she wanted a fight for dominance, he was going to have to show her up. He was already scheming at a way to make her regret giving him detention. Derek walked down the hall after the final bell rang. He looked at the classroom door and opened it, seeing Felicia stacking papers in order. She had a genuine look of surprise on her face. Derek shut the door behind him, stealthily locking it ...

... and slung his backpack over an empty seat. “I must say, I am shocked that you actually showed up for detention this time. That little stunt you pulled earlier got you two more weeks onto your sentence” she said. She pulled his phone out the desk drawer. “Teachers aren't even allowed to have their phones out. What makes you think you're any better?” she asked, then set the phone on the corner of the desk. Derek was taken back by her defensive attitude. “What makes you think that I think that I am better than you?” he asked, getting closer to the desk. He crossed his arms and did a quick check of Felicia. Although he disliked her, he couldn't say she wasn't hot. She had on a white button up shirt tucked into a pencil skirt. She had on small rectangle glasses, the arms of them hidden by her thick full hair laid long and wavy over her shoulders in front of her breasts down to her abdomen. Her tan skin was milky caramel. Her breasts looked full in her skin tight shirt. He felt his mouth watering at her from just the quick glance. He walked around to the side of the desk, 'accidentally' knocking over her purse into the floor. “Oh, I apologize Miss Lorraine,” he said, almost sounding sincere. Falling out her purse was her wallet, keys, change, and a tube of nude lipstick. She groaned at the annoyance of bending over to pick up her things. She turned towards the white erase board, where the tube of lipstick rolled to the wall holding it up. She bent over to grab the lipstick. Derek ...