Not if the old vents have anything to say about it

Nora was getting closer and closer every second. She could even feel a breeze. The idea that she might end up outside had crossed her mind, but anything was better than being trapped in an air vent. Maybe she could find Amber when she left for PE, and ask her for help again.

Nora was maybe ten yards away when she heard a low groaning noise. She didn’t even get a chance to think about what the source might be before the vent below her suddenly swung open. She opened her mouth to scream, but what came out was a groan of her own, as she suddenly felt a strong yank against her crotch.

Nora looked down, and found herself suspended high in the air above the school pool. She turned around to see what had stopped her, and found that her shorts had been caught just as before, putting Nora in a very painful hanging wedgie. Unlike before when her and Amber had pulled her pants up, this pressure was constant. The only visible part of the shorts was the waistband, as all else had been shoved far into her own crevices.

The only thing stopping Nora from once again being aroused was her intense fear of heights, which was in overdrive at the moment. Nora began to panic, desperately reaching up to try and grab something and hoist herself up. It proved useless though, as she wasn’t able to reach any sort of handhold. The only other thing that was near her was the high dive, which was a few feet away both down and to the side. Even that didn’t mean much, unless Nora could somehow swing over to the side and out of her shorts. Even then, she couldn’t be certain she would even be able to grab it successfully.

As Nora began to lose any hope of getting loose without humiliating herself, she heard the door to the pool open.