Meryl Makes a Quick Exit

Meryl scurried forward under the table, still breathless from her oral explorations of Cheryl's pussy. It had been yet another experience she'd have never imagined herself undertaking, even now she was hyper-aware of where her mouth had just been, rubbing her lips as if trying to dry them over and over again, though they were already devoid of most of the moisture that had come off of Cheryl. She crawled on, hidden beneath the rows of tablecloths, one hand at her hip, keeping Cheryl's oversized panties in place. Cheryl wasn't a large girl, but she was taller and a bit bigger than Meryl, so the undies Meryl had swiped from her during her bout of uncontrolled, orgasmic ecstasy kept threatening to slip down her legs, forcing her to keep them close together and keep a hand on standby in case she felt the telltale tug of the panties preparing to go walkabout. Meryl reached the edge of the final table, and peeked out from under the cloth. The door was right there, though just next to her was pair of trousered legs - a boy, most likely. She blew air out through her partially-closed lips and prepared to make a run for it, hoping to avoid being seen at all.

Meryl lifted the tablecloth and poked her head through, it, then got to her feet and dashed for the door, pulling it open as quickly as she could. The owner of the trousered pair of legs, someone she thought she recognised and whose face summoned the name 'Greg' to mind saw movement in his peripheral vision and turned to look at her. "Aren't you...?" He said, squinting at her. Meryl finished pulling the door open, dedicating both hands to the task, and briefly looked back at him. Now that she was in a standing position, and without the support provided by her hand on her hip, she felt Cheryl's panties slide slowly down her, and frantically put her knees together to stop them falling. From Greg's perspective, Meryl Prentiss had just emerged from seemingly nowhere and stared at him, fear colouring her features as her panties slid down to her knees. She let out a little squeak and ducked out through the door, **** to waddle just to keep the panties in place. Greg got out of his seat and poked his head out through the door, bewildered by what he'd just witnessed - and perhaps secretly hoping he might witness a bit more - and called after her. "Meryl Prentiss, right? Hello?" Meryl panicked and broke out into a run even as she was trying to pull Cheryl's panties back up with both hands, but she got ahead of herself, and tripped over her own feet. She brought up her hands to cover her face in anticipation of the fall...and managed instead to get them hooked under her skirt and quite accidentally lift it up. The result was that as she went over, she fell forward onto her face and her backside rose. In other words, Meryl was face-down, arse-up. With the new panties still trapped just above her knees, there was nothing shielding everything from view as her skirt inverted and came to a rest roughly at her lower back.

Greg took a step back as Meryl Prentiss' beautiful behind, and the delicate lips that lay between it, presented themselves to him. "Uh...wow..." He stammered, ducking back inside the classroom, eager to get back into his chair before anyone noticed what was now brewing in those trousers of his. Meryl's back half slowly slid downwards until it was flush with the floor. She pulled her skirt back down, and groaned deeply, covering her face with her hands. Why did this keep happening to her? Why was she unable to keep herself from flashing random members of the student body? After a minute or so of wallowing in a stew of humiliation and self-pity, she got back up and dusted herself down, then pulled the panties back up over her hips, keeping an even firmer grip on them this time. Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she wandered up the hallway, eager to get away from Cheryl and that classroom.

With her phone dead, she had no way of contacting Kayla, outside of maybe borrowing somebody else's phone...but whose? Meryl sighed to herself, then looked up as she walked past a set of bathrooms. The Girls' door was ajar, and the sounds of faint thudding and squeaking could be heard from within. Meryl bristled, hoping that it wasn't what she thought it was. She really wanted as far a general proximity from anything sex related as possible today, even more than usual...and yet...one or both of whoever was inside might have a phone. It would be horribly awkward even asking, she really didn't like the idea of interrupting someone's 'fun time', or even having to voyeuristically stand there and wait for them to...finish, in order to get her request in. At that moment, she heard footsteps from down the hall behind her, and she glanced back to see a familiar-looking workman walking gingerly up toward her. Meryl's eyes widened, and she looked back at the bathroom. Phone or no phone, she needed to get out of sight before he got within a certain distance, she really didn't fancy having to navigate the awkwardness of walking in on a sexual ecounter between two people in a bathroom, but she fancied having to navigate the awkwardness of a conversation - or even mere eye contact - between herself and a man whose penis she'd accidentally enveloped between her butt cheeks a scant couple of hours ago even less.

Meryl went up to the door and pushed her way inside, wincing as the sounds of riotous sexual congress grew louder, and closing it quietly behind her.