A Delayed Start

Originally written by Apollo at writing.com

With her socks and shoes on but her mind undecided, Yuki runs into the utility closet and seals herself in the small space. While certainly not the place she wants to be right now, Yuki was paying attention earlier. Wanda let it slip that the cheerleaders were on their way here, and Yuki did not want to be caught by anyone, especially the most pretentious, most malicious girls in the whole school. A lesser person would have opted for a stall in the bathroom or hidden in the showers, but Yuki was smarter than that. In the event there was a straggler in the shower, fate would send them through a torturing ordeal before getting the opportunity to dress. And at the end of a school day, the restrooms gets several occupants vying for stalls and mirror space. With the rest of the locker room taken and no place to hide until after they leave, the only haven for Yuki was the closet with the cleaning supplies for the toilets and showers. Yuki could only close the door by mashing her breasts into it, but nobody could find her since nobody would think to look in there, and the small vent in the door combined with the closet's location allowed Yuki to see and hear everyone enter and exit. The only real downside to this hiding place is the door constantly reminded Yuki of her nudity.

'Lady luck finally seems to be back on my side,' Yuki thinks. What couldn't have been a second after closing the closet door, the locker room door burst open to a cacophony of conversations. Yuki silently but carefully counted each girl that walked passed her door, determined not to make one mistake and get herself in hot water; one count too many and she's here until they get in the showers, but one count shy and she's seen. Finally, Yuki's observant eyes and math skills would pay off in the real world, and her ability to multitask would let her figure out how to leave school at the same time.

A gasp is stifled in Yuki's throat as one slowpoke enters the locker room: Trisha. A familiar towel is folded in her otherwise empty hands, the rest of Yuki's belongings no doubt leaving with either Wanda or Antoinette. It didn't really matter, Yuki had neither the means nor the time to **** open Trisha's locker and reclaim her things. And with this locker room being both the lavatory and the lounge for the cheerleaders during practice, this lack of motive might just help her avoid their eyes and torment.

"Listen up," Trisha called out. "Coach Micheli says we're going to practice outside, so everyone's to report to the field out back for practice instead of the gym."

Any lingering doubt was eradicated from Yuki's mind. From the beginning, the longer, circuitous route was very appealing for the simple fact that it offered her a chance at not being seen. This chance was nonexistent in the direct route, even though it would shorten her ordeal. Debating which was better was like choosing between frying in oil and boiling in water, though she also found a bit more appeal in being able to hide on the denser, unpaved roads of the park. However, now there's no debate, and she has Trisha to thank for it. Going out the closer door now would deliver Yuki directly into the clutches of the cheerleaders and perhaps the meanest teach in school, Ms. Micheli. And while Trisha could be lying, she could also be telling the truth. The long route avoids both the field for outdoor practices and the gymnasium for indoor practices. No matter what, she'll avoid the squad.

As the last head marches out the door, Yuki pokes her head out of the closet to ensure she didn't miscount. Seeing no one, she slides along the wall to the locker room door and gives an encore just in time to see the last member of the squad exit. Alone with the loudest sound being her heartbeat, Yuki bolts in the opposite direction, making enough noise with each step to drown out a fire alarm. No noise meant one thing: no one was in the boys locker room. With no place to hide in the hall, ​the longer she took to get out of the hall would only increase the chance someone would see her. In this case, drawing attention to herself with noise and a lack of care was exactly what Yuki needed to be unseen. She wasn't without caution, however, the moment she left her covering behind, her arms clamped around her most intimate parts. Her ass was uncovered and her left nipple was more cradled than hidden in her left elbow, but her right boob and pussy were securely covered. Most would consider this foolish, since it slows her down and most eyes would be behind her where the sports teams would enter and exit from, but Yuki didn't mind showing off her butt and got weak kneed at the thought of exposing anything else.​

However, Yuki's plan and intentions quickly fall apart under action. As she turns the corner, she crashes into something that barely moves, if at all, while Yuki isn't so lucky. The impact quickly knocks Yuki back and her feet come out from under her. In reflex, her hands leave her body and splay out behind her to catch her. Her eyes, which shut on impact, slowly open back up as she silently hopes to see a wall in front of her. No luck. In addition to being completely exposed in a position resembling a crab walk, standing over Yuki is...