The Age of Temptation

A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews you are sending. I really love reading them. I hope you find detention with Reid as enjoyable as Madi does. (he he he)

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Covenant and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

Chapter Eleven

Reid and Madison ate a quick breakfast at the cafeteria and made their way to detention, which was to be held in a classroom. On the way to the class, Reid handed Madison a piece of paper which read:

Reid Garwin’s Itinerary for Detention

1. Get rid of other students.

2. Get rid of the teacher.

3. Have fun with Madison.

Madison chuckled and handed the paper back. “Nice, but how do you plan on doing all that?”

Reid only grinned. “Piece of cake.”

They entered room B-17 and the teacher, Mr. Abrams, was already there setting up his laptop on the front desk. “Have a seat, please,” he intoned.

The two of them made their way to the back of the class, noticing that there was only one other student, Mikey Towbridge. Mikey was slumped in his seat, looking as if he were going to fall asleep at any moment.

“Only three of you today,” Mr. Abrams stated. “Good. That will be less essays for me to read over.” He handed out binder paper and pencils to each of them and said, “I want you to write at least five pages on how you landed in detention, why you were wrong, and what you think you can do to become a better student here at Spencer. You may also add what your ambitions are for the future and how you hope to accomplish those goals.”

His eyes passed over Reid and Mikey. “Again,” he sighed. “Please try to make them more interesting this time, gentlemen.”

Madi glanced at Reid, grinning. It was obvious that he had had to do this assignment on more than one occasion. Reid returned her grin and wagged his eyebrows, tapping his itinerary with the eraser of his pencil.

Mr. Abrams seemed totally absorbed in his laptop. Madi supposed it must be just as boring for him to spend Saturday here as it was for them. At least he had better entertainment. Or so she thought.

No more than ten minutes had passed when Mikey began swerving from side to side and making a strange cough two rows in front of them. Mr. Abrams looked up from his laptop and asked, “Mr. Towbridge, are you all right?”

Then Mikey vomited all over his desk and binder paper, causing Mr. Abrams to jump to his feet and grab the trash can. He hurried over to Mikey and stuck it out under his chin. Mikey hacked a bit more of his breakfast up, but most of it was already spread on the desk and floor.

Mr. Abrams then went to get some paper towels and handed them to Mikey. “Go on to the nurses office, Mr. Towbridge. You are excused from this detention. You can make it up at the next one.”

Mikey tried to wipe himself off the best he could and then disappeared out the door, leaving a very disgruntled teacher to clean up the mess.

Reid and Madi tried not to laugh at the sour look of disgust on Mr. Abrams’ face as he wiped up the mess. “Disgusting,” he mumbled. When Mr. Abrams was finished cleaning, he sat down at the desk again looking upset that he had missed some the football game he was watching.

Madison glanced over at Reid’s desk where he crossed off the first item on his itinerary. So, Reid had somehow made Mikey throw up? Madison thought that was a bit mean, but then again, Mikey would now get a free Saturday.

She wondered how he was going to get rid of the teacher. She didn’t have to wait too long to find out, however. After another ten minutes, Mr. Abrams began pounding at his keyboard and getting frustrated.

“I can’t believe this!” he snapped. “Damn it!”

“What’s the matter, Mr. Abrams?” Reid asked, innocently.

“The internet just cut off!” the frustrated man exclaimed.

“Yeah, the reception in this room can be iffy,” Reid explained.

“I’m missing my game! Damn it!”



“Maybe it would work better in the office down the hall,” Reid suggested.

Mr. Abrams was desperate to see the Notre Dam game. It was the playoffs and that was his favorite team. He looked seriously conflicted as he considered Reid’s suggestion. He really shouldn’t leave them alone, but… damn it, it was the playoffs.

He sighed heavily. “That’s a good idea, Mr. Garwin. I’m going to do so, but I’ll also have you know that I’m going to be checking up on you two at every commercial break. I better see some progress made on those papers each time.”

“Yes, Sir,” Reid replied and Madison nodded.

As soon as Mr. Abrams left the room, Madison laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

“Don’t worry about him checking in too often,” Reid said. “He won’t want to miss any of the game. He’s a die hard fan.” Reid reached under the desk, peeling off a large manila envelope that was taped to the bottom of it. “And here are our essays, so relax.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. You wrote two essays ahead of time?”

“Who, me?” Reid pointed at himself. Then he laughed. “Madi, Madi, Madi, now does that sound like something I would do? No. I had them written for us - by a friend.”

“You paid someone?”



“In a manner of speaking.”

“What does that mean?”

Reid shrugged. “There’s this really smart girl I know, she writes detention essays for me. I had her write two this time.”

“And what does she get in return.”

“Dates with me.”

Madison shook her head. “You’re bad,” she laughed.

He looked at her mischievously from under his blond bangs. “Oh, you have no idea.” His insolent stare swept down her body. “Now, Miss Marish, it’s time for the fun I promised you.”

“How will we know if Mr. Abrams is coming?”

“You see those lights in the hallway? They are motion sensitive. As soon as he steps out of that office, they’ll turn on. Then we can get back to our seats.”

“Wow,” Madi laughed. “You thought of everything.”

“So, let’s play,” he said, getting up and going to the front of the classroom. “I’ll be your professor, Miss Marish. Tell me, what would you like to study today?” He lounged against the teacher’s desk leisurely.

Madison put her finger on her chin, pretending to think hard. “Hmmmmm… let’s see. Oh, I know, Mr. Garwin. I would like to learn how to give a blow job.”

Reid pushed off the desk in excitement. “What an excellent topic, Miss Marish. My favorite, in fact. I think you will certainly be teacher’s pet. However, this particular subject matter will require hands on instruction. Please make your way to the front of the class.”

While Madison made her way to the front of the room, Reid took off his pants and sat in the teacher’s chair with only his boxers on. He placed his pants on the floor in front of the chair so that Madi would have something soft to kneel on.

He took her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “First, Miss Marish, you must warm up those lips with some kisses.” Her arms went around his neck as he pulled her against his chest, kissing her softly at first and then deeper. Madison could feel his erection stiffening more and more under her thigh as they kissed and her own body was beginning to heat up.

“Ready for your lesson?” he asked, gruffly.

“Em hmm,” Madi nodded, giving him one more kiss before she moved off his lap and settled on her knees between his legs. She glanced up at the hallway window. The lights were still off, so they were safe.

Reid slipped his cock out of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around it, enjoying the blush on Madi’s face as she watched. She had touched Reid before, but she had never been this close with her face.

“See my hand, Miss Marish?” he asked. “I want you to replace it with yours”

Madison took hold of him and began moving the warm, smooth skin like she did before. Reid gripped the arms of the chair. “Wait, Miss Marish, don’t move your hand yet. You wanted to learn how to use your mouth, right?”

Madison stopped moving her hand and nodded.

“Move your hand lower and put your mouth on me.”

She did so, enjoying how his fingers gripped the chair harder and his breathing became heavier. She tried many little things with her tongue and lips as Reid groaned and complimented when she did something he particularly enjoyed.

“Now move your hand at the same time,” he growled.

Madison threw herself into the task, enjoying all the noises he made and the fingers he now moved through her hair, holding it away from her face so he could watch her.

“Yes, that’s it… fuck,” he hissed.

Then she felt his palm on her forehead as he pushed her away in time so that he ejaculated onto the wall, panting.

Madison looked at the mess and laughed. “O.K., Mr. Abrams is not going to like that mess.”

“I didn’t want to cum in your mouth on your first time,” Reid replied. “Don’t worry about the mess.” His eyes darkened and the Kleenex box floated to him. The tissues came out of the box and began cleaning the mess before heading for the trash can.

“Cool, can I get you to clean my room, too?”

“You’re being insolent, Miss Marish,” Reid replied, putting on his ‘teacher’ demeanor again. “I think you need another lesson in submitting to my authority.”

“Really Mr. Garwin?” Madi grinned, standing and placing her hands on her hips in defiance. “Submitting to your authority?”

“Take off your pants,” he ordered.

“What? Teachers are not suppose to ask that?”

“Would you like three more Saturday detentions, Miss Marish?”

“What? That’s blackmail.” But Madison wasn’t really upset, in fact, she was getting wet with anticipation.

His eyes blackened and her heart sped up as she felt her pants unbutton, unzip, and tug downwards. She blushed when her panties came down as well.

“Step out of those and get on the desk.”

She obey, excitement pulsing through her. He still sat in the teacher’s chair as she sat on the desk facing him.

“Lay back,” he ordered, his eyes glazing over at the sight of her exposed pussy. He opened her legs and moved the chair forward until he was between her legs.

“Tell me, Miss Marish, who is your fantasy?”

“Um… you, Mr. Garwin?” she replied, unsure of what he was asking exactly.

“No, I mean, a celebrity or something. Who have you fantasized about?”

Madison sighed, anxious for him to touch her already. She thought quickly about someone. “Well, I use to love Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean. I had posters of him on my wall a few years ago.”

“Hmmm… Captain Jack, all right. Close your eyes and think of him,” he instructed. As soon as Madison closed her eyes she gasped in delight, feeling Reid’s mouth licking a path up her thigh and to her hot, needy center.

She didn’t need to think of Captain Jack when she already had the hot and sexy Sons of Ipswich to fantasize about.

But when she opened her eyes to watch Reid pleasure her with his mouth, a head of scraggly long black hair was bent over her. Madison jerked backwards, scooting her body away over the desk and rolling off and onto her feet, staring wide eyed at no other than the spitting image of Captain Jack Sparrow.

“H…how?” she stammered.

The pirate smiled at her and said, “At your service, love. Captain Jack Sparrow,” he bowed.

“But… Reid?”

Captain Jack winked at her, letting her know that it was really Reid, but he was not going to get out of character.

“Oh, my God. Is this like an illusion?”

“Ah lassie, it’s a good one. Now, where was I? Yes, lovey, I’m here to polish your sweet little pearl.”

Madison laughed. “This is crazy.”

“Shall we just get to the ravishing then?” He made his way around the desk and toward her.

Madison laughed and took off running around the room while Captain Jack chased her. “Reid, stop,” she screamed, laughing and out of breath.

But Captain Jack soon caught her and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her back to the teacher’s desk while she cried with laughter. Tears fell and she couldn’t remember when she had ever laughed so hard or had so much fun.

“I told you, love, I’m Captain Jack and it’s time for a good tupping.”

He laid her back onto the desk and pulled her legs onto his shoulders, holding her firmly around her thighs before entering her. Madison sighed at the wonderful full feeling as he filled her, moving and thrusting.

But something just didn’t seem right.

She pushed up on her elbows and said, “Wait.”

He slowed down, looking at her in question. “Yes, poppet?”

Her fingers went to stroke his cheek and she said, “I don’t want Captain Jack to ravish me. I want Reid Garwin.”

A funny look came over his face as he stared at her a moment. Then he morphed back into the blond Son right before her eyes, a sheepish look on his face. “You really prefer me?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “really. You turn me on more.”

“Hang on, then,” he grinned, pleased with her words. He began moving in her again. “Fuck, Madi, you feel so good.”

Madison didn’t know how long they moved, but it seemed like a long time and Reid held back his own orgasm until she had experienced hers, hot and out of breath a while later. Afterwards, he pulled her back onto his lap and cuddled with her as they cooled down, surprising her with his tenderness. This was another side of Reid Garwin she had not anticipated.

As they sat in each other’s arms, they noticed the lights in the hall flick on and they scrambled for their desks, pants in hand. They didn’t even have time to put them back on and luckily the desks they sat behind prevented Mr. Abrams from noticing their bottom halves as he peeked in.

“How’s it going in here?” he called from the door, anxious to get back to his game.

“Good, we are getting lots done,” Madison said, holding up one sheet of binder paper that was filled with words she didn’t write herself. Reid did the same and nodded.

“Very well, keep writing,” Mr. Abrams said, leaving them alone again.

OOOOOO

Caleb had taken Pogue and their girlfriends out sailing that afternoon on his sailboat he kept at the harbor. There was a good wind and lots of sun on this November day and he wanted to take the boat out before winter truly started.

The four of them had shopped for some sandwich ingredients and drinks before setting sail and the girls were now down below getting lunch ready while Caleb and Pogue adjusted the sails and moved out into more open water away from shore.

Pogue had noticed that Caleb seemed to be in exceptionally good spirits. It had been a long time since he had seen Caleb laugh so much and appear excited.

While the girls were down below, Pogue moved next to Caleb as he guided the sail. “What’s up, Caleb? You seem really… happy.”

“I just feel good. Wait, make that great,” he smiled, slapping Pogue on the back.

“Something happen?”

Caleb’s smile grew. “More like someone happened.”

Pogue’s eyebrows shot up. “Madi?” he asked, voice lowered. “You and her…?”

The look on Caleb’s face said everything Pogue needed to know.

“So, how was it?”

“Incredible,” Caleb answered. “I feel like I’m thirteen again and I just inherited my powers. Remember that feeling?”

Pogue smiled, ruefully. “I haven’t been with her yet.”

“You will,” Caleb smiled again. “And after you ascend, sex with a witch… fuck, Pogue, the power connects. It’s amazing.”

“I’m happy for you, Caleb. It’s good to see you like this.”

Kate stuck her head out of the doorway. “It’s ready,” she yelled.

OOOOO

That evening when they returned to the dorms, Kate had left with Pogue to his room while Sarah had asked Caleb to come to hers. She had been working on her essay for Harvard and was anxious to get his opinion on it.

Caleb read it over, giving her a few suggestions. She took his advice gratefully and began revising it on her laptop.

“Hey, how about you put that away for now,” he suggested, patting the bed. “It’s Saturday night and it’s been a whole week since we‘ve had some alone time.”

She could barely take her eyes off the computer screen as she said, “I… well… I really wanted to finish these revisions while it’s still in my head.”

Caleb sighed. Sarah could be so focused at times that she had trouble shifting gears. And getting into Harvard was her ultimate dream. He could tell that he wouldn’t be getting sex from her tonight.

“All right, I’ll let you work then,” he said, rising off the bed and kissing her cheek goodbye.

She finally looked up from her work. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No, baby, I understand,” he smiled. “I’ll just do some laps in the pool before I go home tonight. I’ve got some extra energy to burn off.”

“I’m sorry,” she frowned, apologetically. “How about tomorrow? When I’m finished with this thing I’ll feel like celebrating.”

“Sounds good, we’ll do dinner,” Caleb promised before leaving.

OOOOO

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. More good stuff coming up. And I haven’t forgotten about Pogue, don’t worry. Please send a review. I love hearing from you. Thanks!