Apparently not.

Tiffany ducked too, mostly as a way to continue stroking my exposed member, rather than hiding from the teacher's gaze.

"What is it?" she asked, slowly rising to her feet again to peek over the crowd of student's shoulders.

"Shh! That teacher... she'll see me!" I hissed.

"I see her," she said, still lowered. "Alright, she's looking the other way, let's go."

She stood and released my hard cock, taking me by the hand and helping me to my feet. She pulled me by the hand through the crowd at a speed just short of a jog. My dick swung freely, colliding with this girl and that. I was not in too much of a rush to notice the pleasant friction of my erection being dragged across tight denim and cotton t-shirts. We emerged from the crowd's other end.

"That was close," I said, releasing her hand.

"You have no idea, that was Mrs. Kuger. I have her for world history, and she sometimes coaches social studies in academic Olympiad. She's literally the last teacher you'd want to run into in our... situation." She emphasized the last word by once again taking hold of my painfully alert dick. "A bit of a man hater. I've overheard her, she thinks men are pervs, and pigs. And well... sometimes, I think she looks at me like..."

She trailed off as we approached E-Wing.