Head to the address

You're in too deep now. No sense in turning around. Besides, without your room key, you'll need to wait for Erica to get home anyway. The elevator counts down the floors and your heart pounds in your chest as it approaches the bottom. Nothing about the situation has helped your erection, not that there's any hope there. If anything, your predicament has increased your arousal, dick bouncing as your instinctively flex your pelvic muscles. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and blush at your reflection, seeing the face of a clearly **** girl with a dress loosely hanging off of her, tented at your hips by your constant boner.

The elevator dings and you yelp, whipping around. The doors slide open. You're on the ground floor, which is thankfully empty. You rush out the front door, bare feet padding quietly on the old carpet. Stepping outside, you shiver. It seems like it's been dark for a little while now. How long did she leave you? Your legs are wobbly, but remembering the time limit forces you into motion.

Stepping lightly, you strain your eyes in the darkness to avoid stepping on anything questionable. Your bare feet are quiet on the pavement, and you keep your head on a swivel. A sudden gust of wind lifts your dress, and you yelp again, feeling your cock, balls, and ass exposed to the cool evening air before thrusting your arms down to hold your clothing in place. You feel your cheeks get hot, but luckily no one saw you.

Pressing on, you're about three quarters of the way there when you see a couple of other students approaching you on the sidewalk. There's a bush you could jump into and wait for them to walk past, but you haven't been keeping good track of time, and that could waste valuable seconds. However, if you try to just walk by, there's no way you could hide your boner, right?