ISS (In-School Suspension, kind of like all-day detention) was a pretty typical thing for me. At least every other week I would get in trouble for dress code, getting caught with a vape pen, pda, etc. But today, Dylan and I sat next to each other which was pretty rare since most teachers knew we were troublemakers. We had a substitute named Ms. Johnson who usually taught a lower grade but a few teachers had left recently so they were spread thin.

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It might have been her first time in charge of ISS, because normally when the teacher has to leave for any reason like getting lunch or going to the bathroom, they would have someone else come in and supervise for a few minutes. When Ms. Johnson left to use the bathroom without calling for backup, Dylan suggested something unexpected.

He said it was the perfect setup for an epic prank. Something we could brag about through the rest of senior year.

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"Let's pretend like we're having sex and lock her out," he said, his voice low and seductive.

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At first, I resisted. "No way, you perv." I protested. "Nice try."

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But Dylan wouldn't give up. "Come on, Alexis. Think about it. It would be hilarious if she walked in on us. We could say we were practicing for a school play or something."

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I hesitated, thinking about the image and how much Ms. Johnson would freak out. I giggled at the thought, noticing that Dylan must have took this as a yes, because he slid the chair under the door handle, locking it shut. The thought of Dylan and I doing something so risky was too vivid to get out of my mind.

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Despite my initial hesitation, I began to warm up to the idea. "Fine," I agreed reluctantly. "Let's do it."

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We want over to her desk, waiting for her to come back discover our little performance. We started to act out a passionate love scene, our hands roaming freely over each other's bodies... as a prank. But instead of returning immediately, she took her sweet time, which made it awkward at first, but then I started really getting into it. Our movements became more exaggerated as time passed, until eventually we were no longer pretending. We had crossed a line - one neither of us expected.

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Before things escalated much further, we heard footsteps approaching from the hallway outside the door. Panic washed over me as I realized we had gone a little farther than planned. However, instead of anxiety, another emotion filled me - excitement. If anyone was going to witness our performance, let it be Ms. Johnson. She must have been single for her whole life, or at least the last decade. Even though she was new, it was obvious she was a cranky old bitch, probably mid to late 40s. And she was so new, she probably wouldn't know what to do. It was mostly her fault for leaving us alone in the first place.

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When Ms. Johnson eventually got back to the room, she found us locked inside. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening.

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"What is this?" she demanded, slamming her fist against the door. "Open up!"

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We remained silent, enjoying the power we held over her. After all, she would probably be in just as much trouble as us, if someone found out. Maybe even more. But then Dylan spoke up. "Come on, Ms. Johnson. Don't be angry. Let's we're just rehearsing for the school play! Let us have some fun!"

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His words surprised me, but there was something in his tone that made me curious. What kind of fun could we possibly have? Before I could ask, he continued.

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"We'll put on a show for you. A little performance."

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My heart pounded in my chest as I considered his proposal. Could we really go through with this? What would happen if we did? Despite my uncertainty, I felt a thrill of anticipation building inside me.

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Meanwhile, Ms. Johnson tried frantically to open the door. She shook the handle back and forth, desperate to gain entry. The sound of metal scraping against wood filled the air.

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Dylan broke away from me long enough to address her. "Don't worry, Ms. Johnson. We won't keep you waiting forever."

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He turned back towards me, pulling me into his arms. Our mouths met once more, tongues tangling together. As we kissed passionately, our hands explored each other's bodies. I moaned softly, arching my back as his fingers traced along my spine.

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Suddenly, Ms. Johnson stopped struggling. Instead, she leaned against the door frame, watching us intently. Her breath came out shallow and ragged, her cheeks flushed pink.

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As we continued kissing, I couldn't help but notice how aroused she appeared. Was she actually turned on by what she saw?

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As we continued our performance, Ms. Johnson watched with growing interest. Her eyes widened as she witnessed our actions, her breathing becoming heavier with every passing moment. Eventually, she stepped forward, placing her palm flat against the window.

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Through the glass, she could see everything happening between us. We pressed ourselves against each other, our lips meeting in a deep kiss. Our hands moved across skin, exploring every inch. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt, begging for release.

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Dylan's own body responded to our display, his erection straining against his pants. Meanwhile, Ms. Johnson's eyes narrowed, her mouth forming a thin line. How dare we make her feel this way?

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But despite her anger, something else lingered within her. Desire. It bubbled beneath the surface, threatening to take control. Slowly, she began to touch herself through her skirt.

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Unexpectedly, the principal Mr. Williams must have noticed something happening in the hall.

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"Ms. Johnson, is everything ok?" he asked, muffled from the door to the hallway. He peeked into the classroom window, and his gaze fell upon the sight before him. His eyes widened in shock, taking in the scene unfolding before him. Without saying a word, he approached Ms. Johnson at the window.

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Together, they watched us - their eyes hungry, their faces flush with desire. Their hands roamed freely over one another, touching themselves through their clothes. They were no longer a teacher and principal; they were two people caught up in an intense sexual experience along with us.

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Ms. Johnson whispered something in Mr. Williams' ear, causing his eyebrows to raise in understanding. Then, without warning, he pushed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely.

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Her response was immediate. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer still. Together, they ground their hips together, their movements matching ours.

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It wasn't long before Ms. Johnson pulled away from Mr. Williams, her voice hoarse with need. "I want to watch," she said breathlessly. "Both of them."

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Mr. Williams nodded silently, turning back to face us. With a look of determination, he unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock. Without hesitation, he stroked himself slowly, staring directly at us.

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Our own bodies reacted instantly. I slid my hand into my panties, finding myself already wet. Dylan groaned quietly, thrusting his hips forward.

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Ms. Johnson had always been known for her strict demeanor and uncompromising attitude toward discipline, but now it seemed that she had a different side entirely. This newfound sexuality was undeniable, and it was clear that she was enjoying every second of it. With a husky voice, she demanded, "Fuck her harder!"

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Hearing these words, Dylan grunted in response, thrusting deeper into me. Our movements became more forceful, fueled by the knowledge that others were watching. I gasped loudly, my body responding to the increased intensity.

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As Mr. Williams continued to pleasure Ms. Johnson, she reached down between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. Moaning loudly, she called out to him, "Harder! Faster!"

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At this point, neither Dylan nor I could hold back anymore. I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. My body shook violently, my cries echoing throughout the locked classroom.

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"Oh God, yes!" I cried out, my voice trembling. "Yes!"

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My orgasm sent shivers down Dylan's spine, pushing him closer to his own climax. He let loose a guttural moan, spilling himself inside me. The sensation caused me to collapse onto the desk, weakened by the aftershocks of my orgasm.

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Seeing this, Ms. Johnson's orgasm finally hit her. She screamed, arching her back as Mr. Williams continued to pound into her from behind. As they both came, the sound of Ms. Johnson's body being slammed against the door, flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mixing with our own labored breathing.

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Once everyone had recovered, there was a brief silence. Finally, Ms. Johnson spoke first. "That was... amazing."

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There was no denying the truth in her statement. Each person present knew exactly how incredible the past few minutes had been. No one wanted to be the one to break the spell.

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Finally, Mr. Williams broke the silence. "We should probably unlock the door now," he suggested.

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With reluctance, we all separated, adjusting our clothing. Once dressed again, we opened the door, allowing the adults to enter. Ms. Johnson and Mr. Williams exchanged glances, clearly embarrassed by their behavior.

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... (end of part one)