Dash for a cell phone

"My cell phone!" Chris nearly causes you to jump out of your skin with her scream. "I totally forgot that my cell phone is in my locker!"

"It is?" You ask. "That's great! Let's go get it!"

She slowly climbs off of you and puts an ear to the door, listening for passersby. She gives you a thumbs up and opens the door. The two of you race as fast you can to Chris' locker, careful not to alert classrooms and after-school clubs with the sounds of your bare feet slapping the floor.

Fortunately, her locker is close by. She quickly opens the lock and grabs her cell phone from her gym bag. Careful to close and lock the locker, she shakes the phone in triumph.

"Yes! We got it!"

"Great!" You say. "Maybe we should hide again! Let's find a bathroom!"

"No, too risky!" Chris says. "Follow me!"

She takes your hand and drags you back to the janitor's closet, slamming the door shut behind you. Opening the phone's contacts, she browses over who to call. You try to peak at who she is calling, but are unable to see before she calls them.

"Hey, it's me… Listen, can you come to the janitor's closet by the detention room?… What do you mean 'which one?' You've been there enough… Look, I can't say over the phone… Remember when it got tapped last week… Look, I'm stuck here and so is someone very close to me! Please just come… Okay. I'll see you soon."

Chris hangs up and slumps back against the wall. You smile at how she said you were 'very close' to her.

"Well, they'll be here soon," Chris says. "We just gotta wait here."

You sit down beside her, no longer embarrassed at your shared nudity. You guessed that having sex with her made things less awkward between you two.

"So, what do we do in the meantime?" You ask.

"There's not much we can do, naked in a closet," Chris says. You nod and lean back. She turns to you with a look suggesting you are a complete idiot.

"Oh...Oh!" You say.

Chris climbs on top of you and sheathes your dick inside her pussy. "God, you are dense," she says before giving you a kiss.