Midday Run

Jimmy Junior glanced at his watch as he ran down the halls, cursing under his breath as he saw how late he was. His teacher was going to kill him-

"Hold it!"

-If the hall monitor didn't get to him first.

He skidded to a halt and turned around to see Tina in her orange vest standing with her arms crossed in the center of the hall.

"Do you have a hall pass?" she asked him. He sighed.

"No, I'm late. Can you just let me go?" Tina shook her head and pulled out her citation notebook.

"Late for class and running in the halls," she tisked. "Those are some pretty serious violations, Jimmy Junior. I hate to send you and your beautiful butt to detention, but as hall monitor it is my duty." She started writing him up.

"Wait!" He reached out and grasped her arm, stopping her from writing further. She looked up at him in annoyance. "Isn't there any way you could make an exception? I'll do anything?"

His eyes bore into hers, and she raised one eyebrow. "Anything?"

Jimmy Junior's back slammed into the wall inside the janitor's closet, his lips attached to Tina's in a heated kiss. Her hands tugged at his clothes.

"Tina?" he panted, feeling her lips trail down to his neck.

"Hmm?"

"I'm going to be so late." He didn't know why he was thinking about that right now. She had pushed his vest off of his shoulders and now her fingers were playing along the hem of his shirt. Tina pressed her body against his and kissed him again.

"Don't worry about that," she whispered against his mouth. "I can get you out of it."

"Mmm, okay." She was grinding against him ever so slightly-clearly she had noticed how excited he was-and it was just so easy to surrender. Tina gave him another quick kiss before she parted from him, just enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. She was about to give her own clothes the same treatment, until he spoke up.

"Keep the vest on."

She paused for a minute in surprise before smirking.

"Whatever you say," she said, turning away to strip down. When she turned back to him, she was bare save for that bright orange vest. That bright orange vest that did virtually nothing to conceal her hardened nipples.

He worked desperately to undo his fly, his fingers fumbling with the button. His heart thudded hard in his chest as she reached forward to help him, yanking down until his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles. He nearly tripped in his eagerness to step out of them and pull her into his arms.

He turned them around, trapping Tina between himself and the wall and biting at her neck. Her hands trailed down his back until they reached his ass and squeezed.

"Time to work off that detention," she whispered into his ear. One of her hands wrapped around his cock and gave him a couple strokes. "It won't be easy, but I think you're up for it."

He groaned, and lifted her up. Tina wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Then, with some minor difficulty, he thrust into her, both of them gasping and moaning.

It didn't take long before they found a rhythm. He pressed her hard against the wall, his breathing becoming ragged with effort. She raked her fingers through his hair.

"Yes, Jimmy, yes," she encouraged him. "Oh god."

Her voice sent a jolt of arousal straight through him and his thrusts became more insistent. After another minute or so, the pressure between them became unbearable, and with a strangled cry Tina reached her release, her muscles clamping down on him, bringing forth his own orgasm in turn.

Slowly, they drifted back to awareness, and he helped her down, leaning into her for stability once she was standing again.

"What do you think?" he asked, still panting, his head resting on her shoulder. "Am I pardoned?" She pulled away from him and straightened her vest, which fell open and nearly off of her shoulders in their excitement. Reaching into the pocket for her notebook, she torn out the page where she had begun to write him up and crumpled it into a ball.

"I'll let you off with a warning this time," she told him. Her voice was stern again, like it was when she first approached him in the hall, but there was a glint in her eyes and he could see the corners of her mouth twitching. She started pulling her clothes back on.

"I won't let it happen again," he said, following suit and grabbing his clothes. She hummed in response, and he caught her eye once more and smirked.

"Or maybe I will."