Tense Teacher

Scarlett Mae has detention again. The usual story. Ms. Serena Blair watches the clock, tight-lipped, refusing to bend. Scarlett sits, restless, until she notices the stiffness in Serena’s shoulders. Opportunity. She stands, steps close. Serena stiffens further, suspicious, but Scarlett’s hands are already there, kneading the knots out, selling the lie of innocence. The touch drifts lower. Breasts. A sharp breath from Serena, a pause, but she does not pull away. Scarlett talks her down, voice low, promising it will stay between them. Detention is empty. No one needs to know. Serena’s skirt lifts. She opens her legs. Scarlett kneels. Tongue meets wet heat, slow at first, then hungry. Serena’s fingers grip the desk edge. Minutes blur. They trade places, mouths slick, bodies pressed against chairs and desks, every stolen second spent tasting each other until the bell means nothing.