By the time I'd gotten out of the Median Hall, the decreased-in-numbers yet still somewhat populated length of E-Wing seemed as private as my own bedroom closet in comparison. Tiffany led me down the hall by my still hard throbbing cock, jerking it lightly with each step taken.
E-wing had the only entryway open after the start of homeroom, so all late-comers came through here, signing in and waiting in an adjacent office before making their way to their first period classes.
Girls walked by us, Five-star binders in hand, their eyes inevitably following Tiffany's bare arm down past her trendy wooden-bead bracelets and shortly trimmed, naturally colored fingernails, to where my bare erection was still dutifully being masturbated.
Tiffany and I finally came to the T intersection in the hall where the medical pavilion was located, momentarily having to navigate the obstacle created by a the right-handed glass door, when Tiffany only had her left hand available due to a previous engagement in her right.
I reached out to open it myself, but Tiffany scolded me.
"John! Try not to over exert yourself," she said, repositioning herself in such a way we stood side ways, her reaching around me, working both my knob and the one on the door so that it opened.
With a sigh of relief, I walked through the now open doorway, into the school nurse's office. What an ordeal that had been.
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