Food Technology is in full swing, as all the students are halfway through baking American-Inspired pies, but with their own choice of fillings. All the students except one.
Kathie is sat on the end of one of the benches, staring at her phone. Her bench is completely empty; she hasn't even unpacked her notebook or a pen.
"Katherine Evans," Mrs Fry looms over the troublesome student.
A fiery redhead herself, Ruby is constantly improving when it comes to keeping the students in line. But Kathie doesn't even acknowledge her. She remains staring at her phone, arrogantly chewing her gum - unnecessarily loudly.
"If you can't be bothered to take part in my lessons," Mrs Fry continues, "then maybe you'd like to spend the rest of it in the cooler."
"Pfft, yeah okay," came the sarcastic, unphased response
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"Right, outside please," Mrs Fry orders, as she steps back from the desk.
"No thanks," Kathie was quite flippant.
"Excuse me?"
The irritance in Ruby's voice was becoming more and more evident, but it only seemed to make Kathie more determined to express her disinterest.
"I said no thanks," the student reiterated. "I'm not going outside, I haven't done anything."
"That is exactly the point, Miss Evans!" Mrs Fry raised her voice.
But still Kathie remained seated, and simply chewed her gum in Ruby's direction.
"Right, if you're not going to cooperate, then I will just have to go and get Mrs Fisher."
"Okay," she shrugged.
"And whilst i do that," Mrs Fry continues, through gritted teeth, "the rest of you will have to stop what you're doing. I can't have you all cooking with no supervision."
The class groans - which only seems to make Kathie happier.
"Miss, this isn't fair!" Olivia pipes up from the bench opposite. "What? Because the orphan doesn't want to learn we all have to suffer?"
"What did you call me?"
That certainly got Kathie's attention. Straight away she stood up from her seat.
"Say that again," Kathie dared her fellow pupil.
"Alright girls, come on now," Mrs Fry instructs the pair, attempting to diffuse the situation.
But not quick enough. In a millisecond, Kathie throws herself across the room, heading straight for Olivia. Kathie starts throwing punches, as she pins her to the ground. Olivia is shouting at Mrs Fry for help, but she can barely be heard over the cheering of the rest of the class. Thankfully, just a few moments later, Ruby comes back in, having grabbed Tom from the hallway. Tom dives straight in, heaving Kathie off Olivia. Mr Clarkson is holding her back, but still Kathie tries kicking her fellow student, before being dragged out of the classroom. Once in the corridor, she shakes herself from Mr Clarkson's grip.
"Get off me!"
"Just walk!" Tom orders back, pushing her ahead of him. He leads her through the corridors, straight to the head's office.
Another long school day finally over, Chris is hovering over his kettle in the kitchen. He yawns a little, as he patiently waits for it to boil. Despite it now being just after 7pm, he has only just got home from work. In his sleepy, preoccupied mind, he doesn't even notice Kate coming through the back door behind him.
"I've been waiting all day for this," she grins, dashing straight over to him.
"Evening, beautif-"
Chris is pounced upon before he gets the chance to finish his greeting. Kate presses herself up against him, kissing him passionately. She pulls on the belt loops of Chris' suit trousers, as she desperately pushes the pair of them up against the kitchen sideboard.
"You've been winding me up all day with those trousers," Kate smirks, as she pauses for breath.
As tired and worn out as he may be from the hectic day at work, Chris can't help but let that all fade away. Here and now, right in this moment, all he wants is exactly the same as Kate.
"Are you saying you don't like them?" he teases.
"I'd like them alot better sprawled across our bedroom floor," Kate purrs in his ear.
Chris grabs her hand, and leads them both out of the kitchen and down the hallway. As they are dashing up the stairs, Kate can't help but give those gorgeously firm ass cheeks a squeeze. Within seconds, they reach the bedroom, and Chris spins Kate around to face him. Immediately, he slides his hand under her shirt, as she removes his belt. Clothes are flying everywhere, as the intensity rises. It's clear they've both spent their day looking forward to picking up where they left off this morning.
Making sure he knows who is boss, Kate throws a naked Chris onto the bed, and starts to kiss his torso. He can't wipe the smile off his face, his anticipation rising. Kate's lips get lower and lower, before slyly moving onto his inner thighs. Chris relishes in the feel of her soft lips on some of his most sensitive areas, and welcomes the introduction of a little biting. Kate runs her hands up and down Chris' body, as she pleasures him everywhere she can possibly think of - but avoiding the one key area.
Chris finally grabs her face and pulls her towards him, desperate to taste her lips again.
"You're such a tease," he grins, in a brief pause.
"Just getting my own back," she smirks, as her hands caress his lower torso.
But before she can wind him up any more, Chris playfully grabs Kate by the shoulders, and flips her onto her back.
Now it's his turn to take charge.
