Back the way she came...

Carl Weatherby stirred in his chair, as the movie he was watching on his laptop powered through it's climax. He'd held this job for almost twenty years, and in that time there had been a grand total of two vandalism incidents, both right around the time of graduation. He leaned back in his chair, stretching as he started mentally tallying the movies he'd brought this night, deciding on the next one to watch. He knew he should make his rounds, at least advertise his presence, so as to keep appearances up, if anything. With a groan, he decided he would put it off for a few more moments, and at least let the current movie finish.

Bree had waged a brief battle with her arousal, quietly pushing away the idea of slipping out the office doors, and walking down the sidewalks around the school to the gym. There was risky, then there was foolhardy, though the idea had a definite appeal which called to her even as she made her way back past the hallway to the math and science classes. Bree bit her lip, suppressing a moan as her hands quietly kneaded her soft breasts, rubbing and caressing her engorged nipples.

She had to get her hands away from her breasts. If she didn't, she'd end up masturbating furiously in the middle of the hallway. With a faint groan, she pulled her hands away from her breasts, shoving them in her pockets as she continued walking past the cafeteria yet again, another faint gasp emanating from her succulent lips as she felt the cool air brush against her hard nipples. This was crazy, insane even, and it felt so exhilarating. She just had to make sure she didn't get caught.

She carefully proceeded down the hall, back towards the four-way junction just up the way from the security station, the faint slip-slap of her soles against the tile and the slight rasp of her breathing the only sounds accompanying her as she approached it. She'd take a right here, and head out the doors past the computer labs.

Carl stood, popping his back as he pried himself out of his seat. He didn't really want to take this walkabout, but he had to, if only for appearance's sake. Grunting quietly in frustration at the interruption of the night's movie marathon, he grabbed his flashlight from his desk, securing it to his belt. After making sure the next movie was paused, he opened the door, letting it shut on it's own behind him.

Bree froze as she heard the door slam shut, one bare foot just barely past the threshold of the junction. She carefully pulled it back, sliding it gently across the smooth tile, as her heart thundered in her ears. She'd almost stepped out into the junction, with absolutely no cover, right as Mr. Weatherby finally left the security room! She couldn't hear anything over her hammering pulse, and she couldn't risk poking her head around the corner. She took another cautious step backwards, towards the nearest alcove, as she tried to decide to wait, go, or double back towards the cafeteria doors, wishing desperately she had an idea of the route Mr. Weatherby would take.