Make a break for it!

You close your eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath. Amy was right about at least one thing: there wasn't going to be any way out of this mess that wasn't at least a little risky. Getting inside faster meant less chance to screw up and get caught, right? Or at least, less time to have to think about getting caught... You open your eyes, look at your friend, and nod.

"Alright," you say, "let's run." Amy lets herself smile at that, and turns to crouch walk towards the front of the house, motioning for you to follow. The two of you sneak under the first floor windows, and Amy puts out an arm to stop you just before you pass the corner of the building. The streetlights out on the road are dim and spaced far apart, but you're still dreading every second spent underneath their meager light. With one last look back at you and a shaky smile, Amy points to the left and then holds up three fingers... two fingers.... one finger....

"Run," she whispers, and then takes off onto the sidewalk. You stumble along behind her by just a second, wincing as you make the change from running on the grass and soft dirt to running on solid, scratchy cement. You grit your teeth, cross your arm over your chest to stop your boobs from bouncing, and try and block out everything other than following Amy. You forget about how every time you pass under a streetlight you must be visible clear as day, because Amy passes through them first, no hesitation, and you get a glimpse of her big, bare butt bouncing with each step, and you pick up the pace to get that little bit closer. You forget about every lit-up window or glimpse of a TV on behind one, and focus on Amy's silhouette; both of her arms pumping at her side, you realize she isn't even covering up as she runs, fully exposed from the front, wind breezing between her thighs as she runs.... you're so caught up in tunnel vision that you almost trip rounding the corner, only realizing it was coming when your friend briefly disappeared from your view. You realize you're slowing down at the worst possible moment, as you come out onto the comparatively busier road, your stomach sinking as you wonder if your luck hasn't run out....