Ben sat in silence among the rowdy classroom. Under his calm demeanor, he was panicking.
"Fuck, this was the second time I've forgotten my assignment," he worried to himself.
His English teacher, Mrs Clark was strict on tardiness, and he was already warned the previous lesson. The next time meant detention.
Ben found her rather attractive for a forty-something woman. She was five foot four with a mousy blonde "Karen" hairstyle. He loved the way she dressed as well. Every lesson he prayed she wore her black sleeveless turtleneck. He never told anyone about his "turtleneck" fetish but whenever he saw a woman wear one he would get an instant boner.
She confidentially walked through the door and the class fell silent. Ben got his wish. She was wearing his favorite top, black jeans and a cute metal watch to accompany her outfit. He got a glimpse of her wedding ring as well. Right now he envied the guy who got to marry her!
"Good afternoon, class. I hope there are finished assignments for me," she said in a patronizing 'sing-songy' voice.
Ben snapped back into reality and realized how in deep shit he was.
She called the students who had outstanding assignments to her desk. One by one they handed them in. Finally, it was Ben's turn.
"I... I don't have it with me. The printer didn't work," he told her, trying to give a reasonable cover-up.
"Well, I'm afraid that's a detention," Mrs Clark casually said. "You can either have it today and get it out of the way or you're in tomorrow."
Tomorrow was Saturday, he thought. No way was he spending it at school.
"Today," he replied.
She nodded and pointed to his desk. He slumped down and sighed.
"At least I get an extra hour of admiring her in a turtleneck," he thought to himself.
When the bell rang, Mrs Clark asked Ben to sit at the front where she could keep a close eye on him. For detention work, she let him work on other subject assignments so he wouldn't "fall behind" on them either.
She leaned back on her chair and relaxed, placing her hands behind her head and giving Ben a full view of her smooth, lickable armpits! He couldn't help but think that she was doing it on purpose. Did she know of his secret fetish?
The time arrived when the detention was over. Ben was about to leave until Mrs Clark interrupted him.
"Are you walking home, Ben?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," he replied.
"I can give you a lift home if you like?" she asked.
Ben was about to say no, but he once again glanced at her sleeveless arms, and weakly nodded.
"The more time with Mrs Clark, the better," he thought.
The two made their way to her car, and Ben got into the passenger seat. He gave her directions on where he lived, hiding his boner under his rucksack.
They reached the traffic lights, turning left would take them on a straight road to Ben's house. Instead, Mrs Clark turned right.
"Uh, Mrs Clark?" Ben said. "We're going the wrong way."
"I just need to go to the gym for a few minutes. You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"That's fine, I guess," Ben said, a little sheepishly.
They parked the car. Mrs Clark looked at her watch.
"He'll be out soon," she said.
Ben was ordered to sit in the back, and instantly thought of her husband.
A tall, brutish man strutted towards the car. This guy was her husband?
Wait, Ben recognized him. It was Mr Michaels, his ex gym teacher! Definitely not her husband. He looked and dressed like Stone Cold Steve Austin, chain necklace and everything, except with short dark hair.
And Ben despised him.
Mr Michaels was your typical gym teacher who favored the jocks and belittled the "less sporty" students, Ben included. In fact, Mr Michaels was straight-up fired for being a bully.
He swung open the door and sat in.
"Hey it's Ben, right?" he asked. "What's the kid doing here?" he asked Mrs Clark.
"Kid? I'm eighteen!" Ben thought.
"Oh, he's just had a detention with me and I'm taking him home," she replied.
"And Ben, you remember Trent, uh, Mr Michaels. He's my... friend," she continued.
Finally, they arrived at Ben's house.
"Thanks for the lift, Mrs Clark," Ben said, unbuckling his seat belt.
He noticed that Mrs Clark and Mr Michaels were doing the same thing. They got out of the car with him.
"So, are your parents home? Brothers and sisters?" Mrs Clark asked.
"No, I'm an only child. And on Fridays, my parents won't be back until 10 PM," Ben replied.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in?" Mrs Clark asked. "It's the least you could do after being given a ride home."
Confused, Ben let them in. Sleeveless fetish or not, he didn't particularly like the idea of teachers in his home, let alone Mrs Clark and a man he hated.
Ben sat on the sofa, while Mrs Clark and Mr Michaels whispered something in the hallway. After about a minute or so, they entered the living room and sat beside Ben.
"Listen, Ben," Mrs Clark said. "As you've probably noticed, Mr Michaels, Trent, isn't my husband... But that doesn't mean we aren't... You know."
Ben was silent, but he knew what was up. Mr Michaels was Mrs Clark's lover. He felt an erection again.
Mrs Clark continued, "Now, Trent and I rarely get time to spend time together... And we would like to spend our Friday evenings here, away from my husband. Plus, motels aren't cheap!"
Ben was shocked and about to say, "No."
"Also, for your hospitality, I will give you straight A's for the rest of the year and give you a lift home every Friday. You can forget about that assignment. How's that?"
Ben thought about it. The deal sounds good in theory, but it's morally wrong and weird as fuck... Still,