Friday Detention

Friday afternoon after school detention-- not all bad.

Due to the education system in my country, by the time a student has reached senior year there has been enough years of education that each student is at least 18 years of age.

During a Physics class one Friday afternoon of senior year, we were covering a topic I already knew from Maths, so I was paying minimal attention to the teacher, preferring to use my time to entertain the girls in the class in the hopes that one would be interested in some after school fun and education. One of the girls, Racheal, started to give me enough encouragement to send her notes of what I intended if I got my hands on her. Not to mention my face, tongue, and anything else allowed.

Due to the private and somewhat explicit nature of the communication, I was using a rubber band to flick the notes over, while Racheal's responses were more demure and being passed along her friends. I have no doubt the other girls knew exactly what I was proposing due to the giggling from them, and the smiles directed towards me. This exchange was carried out each time the teacher was writing on the board.

Being overconfident, or even cocky, I pushed my luck once too often sending a note as he was finishing an example on the board. He noticed the sender, the missive, and the recipient this time. Naturally he wanted to confiscate the note and any others he could find. Unfortunately, an exhaustive search, joined in by the whole class of course, turned up no examples. I never did find where they went or who saw them, not that I had anything to hide.

Despite the complete lack of evidence and the protested innocence by us both, we were told we were both in detention after school for the regulated 40 minutes, which was the same as a class. The usual way detention was held then, was you were detailed to attend the room the teacher giving you the detention would be in at the end of the day. As we were in the last class of the day, our detention was going to be in this very room. The Physics rooms consisted of built-in desks that were slightly above waist high, finished at the front by a full panel from the floor to six inches above the desk to support the lpg gas and compressed air piping that was at each desk for experiments.

After school ended, he told us that we were his only students for detention and that he had many assignments to mark. Due to this, he told Racheal that she was to attempt the problems he had set for homework, then go on with any other homework she had. I was told to go around the room and collect all the rubbish from the floor then start on the homework. He said that at the end of the 40 minutes he would inspect her work, the rubbish I had collected and my attempts at the homework. Above all we were to work silently as he was marking.

Racheal sat on her high-backed stool at her desk with her books etc in front of her, while I left everything on my desk and knelt on the floor. Being a gentleman, and responsible for her being in detention, I felt the best course of action was to crawl over to her to apologise. I knew I would not be seen and that I was covered by the instruction to collect the rubbish at any rate.

The first thing I noticed once around the corner of her desk, crawling towards her, was that she had pushed her chair back from the desk so that her knees were barely under the desk. When she saw me, she motioned me to crawl around in front of her to be at her knees. Never one to disagree with a girl, or a lady for that matter, I crawled around to face her, so I was under the desk. This was going to be very interesting I thought.

Very slowly she moved her knees apart and drew her skirt back towards her hips, revealing no panties and a pussy that was completely devoid of hair. Wow, what an amazing view. This was an entirely new experience for me, as the previous girls had all been either a full bush or a landing strip style of pubic hair. While I was admiring the view, she whispered to me "You can touch her if you want." I thought to myself, try and stop me.

My fingers crept, as if by themselves, very gently up her thighs and began to run teasingly along the edges of her outer lips. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my fingers. I started to tenderly caress her, playing delicately with her outer swollen lips, stroking them, tugging on them, massaging them with the palm of my hand. Moving on I started to slide my fingers to lightly stroke her inner lips and cautiously massage along each side, working around from one side to the other.

Racheal had her eyes closed and appeared to being clenching her teeth tightly together, making low moaning sounds I could barely hear. I took this as a good sign, and began to press carefully against her lips, at the top where the little hood covers the clit so that I could massage her clit without so much as even touching it. She slid slowly down the stool so that she only had the cheeks of her bum on the seat and was even closer to my face.

Her aroma was heavenly, as I parted her lips to delicately insert my middle finger to the first knuckle, to which she gave no reaction, so I continued to the second which elicited a sharp intake of breath. I tried to position my hand so I could move my palm, to use the base of it to massage in slow circles over the top of her lips, massaging and rubbing her clit, all the while my finger slid in and out.

I couldn't get the movement with my hand I really wanted, and one knee was starting to complain about being in that position for so long. I removed my hand, and as I repositioned to ease my knee, I moved closer to breathe in even deeper the wonderful scent. The next thing I know is two hands had suddenly shoved my head forward against her, my lips on hers.

Being a gentleman, what could I do other than gently insert my tongue, probing into her as far as I could. I did my best to kiss her bellybutton from the inside, the taste was out of this world. As the pressure gradually eased, I moved my face so I could suck on her engorged clit and commenced inserting my index finger. I slowly and rhythmically inserted and removed my finger, sometimes to the first knuckle, sometimes to the second then fully though never removing it entirely. Always leaving the tip of my finger inside as I sucked on, and then started to trace her name over, her clit.

As her body began to vibrate, and it was clear she was really having to make an effort to stifle her moans. I moved my other hand to gently begin massaging the entrance to her bum with my other index finger but not inserting it. It was very clear she wasn't going to be able to withstand this treatment for long. Suddenly, my lower face was wet, with a, as it turned out later thick milky white, fluid that tasted amazing. She shuddered for at least 20 seconds while clamping my head firmly between her thighs.

I did my best to clean her up with my tongue as she slumped across her books on the table. It was when Racheal spat them out that I discovered where her panties had gone. I realised that they wouldn't help with the mess, all I could think of was to gently wipe my tie over her pussy and inner thighs and my face. She whispered, "Thank you," so quietly I barely heard, then slightly louder, "Don't tell my boyfriend." Not knowing how to respond, I inanely whispered, "You're welcome," and crawled back to my desk.

I just sat sniffing my tie the last ten minutes of detention, while Rachael lay spent on the desk. It appeared the teacher had been fully engrossed with his marking, which was fine by me. As detention was nearing the end, as quietly as possible I packed my bag with my stuff and walked over to stand beside Rachael. I helped her sit up, tucked her panties into her blazer pocket where upon she smiled at me, then I packed all her stuff in her bag, trying not to make a noise. I motioned her to stand up, gave her a push towards the door and took a step back. I said in my normal voice "Detention is over, sir." He didn't look up, just pointed at the door without saying a word.

On leaving the room Racheal turned left to go home while I turned right to head towards the bus stop. I never spoke about the event, just treated Racheal as any other student the next time we met which seemed how she wanted it. I have always suspected that we weren't as undetected as all that, but the teacher never gave any indication in any future classes.