A slow escape

Ashley would fucking kill me right now, Brandon chided himself in his mind. Chloe still
hadn't moved, and his cock still hadn't softened. "Sorry!" he squealed, finally.

"Just... don't move..." Chloe murmured. Brandon acknowledged her with a nod, and bizarrely,
the weird tension that had developed somehow abated. Brandon felt more focus as he returned to
the scene beyond the closet door.

Both women had gone, probably long gone at this point, and the front door was again shut.
Brandon figured Cassidy locked it again when she left, so trying that again was pointless. But
for now, at least they could escape the coat closet and this situation.

"Chloe?" Brandon said with more confidence. "They're gone, let's try to find a way out."

The redhead carefully raised her head, regarding Brandon with a deep blush. Her lips were
parted, drawing in short breaths, and her heaving bosom did not go unnoticed by Brandon. He
also remembered that a palm had stopped above her ass, while his other one had migrated to her
waist. She blinked once, and craned her head down to his crotch, seeing the vague form of his
full pitch in the darkness.

"Chloe..." Brandon repeated. "What... what are you doing?"

Chloe then spasmed, as if something crashed in her at the speed of a car. She inhaled deeply,
then found Brandon with clear eyes.

"Fuck, god, Brandon, I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No! I'm sorry!" Brandon shrank his pelvis away from her as far as he could. "You know, well,
guys and their... dicks, and all, well--"

"Bran, look, I--" Chloe began, but stopped, something in her blue eyes prevented the rest of
the sentence from continuing. She swallowed it, then carefully added. "Come on, let's go.
Ashley would do bad things to me if you weren't back in her arms, safe and sound."

Brandon allowed a smile. "Zack and Gavin would probably do the same to me."

Chloe smiled too in spite of herself, then turned around to open the door. Exiting the foyer,
both teens examined the thankfully empty living room. They saw their lunch plates had
vanished, and the muffled conversation of Dale and Cassidy floated through the air. A few
words managed to cut through the air to the ears however, including their names and a sentence
in Cassidy's voice "Well, who do I get to play with now?" Brandon gulped in response.

Chloe grabbed his arm and pointed with her head at the corridor Cassidy had emerged from when
they met. They vaulted into it, finding five doors and a smattering of end tables. Two doors on the left, two on the right, and one at the end. Five choices, five places to hide. Brandon and Chloe selected one on instinct.