The after-school silence pressed in, thick and heavy, broken only by the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Ms. Abernathy, with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, tilted her head, her natural tits straining slightly against her silk blouse. "Detention, hmm?" she purred, her voice a low ASMR whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes, Ms. Abernathy," I mumbled, trying to meet her gaze but failing. My eyes kept drifting to the curve of her lips, the gentle swell of her breasts. Her white skirt was a little too short, her heels a little too high for a teacher... or were they?
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Tell me," she whispered, her fingers tracing circles on my arm, "what exactly did you do to deserve this private detention?" My heart pounded. I could smell her perfume, a sweet, intoxicating blend of vanilla and something…untamed.
"I…I was just…distracted, Ms. Abernathy," I stammered, my voice cracking. "I couldn't focus on the lecture."
Her eyes darkened, a playful glint flickering within them. "Distracted by what, darling?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek, sending another jolt of electricity through me. "Tell me everything."
The interrogation continued. The tension grew with each question and caress. My answers became more honest, my desires harder to hide. The detention, meant to be punishment, transformed into something else entirely – a seductive game of cat and mouse, a dance of forbidden desires in the hushed solitude of the classroom.
The classroom felt smaller, the air thicker. It was obvious that this was more than just an ordinary detention. This female was leading me to something... forbidden.
Verified amateurs only wish they were this daring.
