Someone sees.

The buzzing of the pencil sharpener fills the classroom, its high-pitched whine echoing off the walls. Sally's heart pounds in her chest as she focuses intently on the task at hand, her naked body mere feet from the sleeping student's unsuspecting form. Mercifully the approaching storm had finally arrived and the sound of pouring rain helps to muffle the sounds of the sharpener, but not by much.

Each passing second stretches on forever, punctuated only by the rhythmic grind of the machine and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Sally's mind races, conjuring up worst-case scenarios and hyperventilating at the thought of being caught in such a compromising position.

Just as she's about to breathe a sigh of relief, the student's eyelids flutter open, his gaze drifting lazily towards the source of the noise. Sally freezes, her breath caught in her throat as their eyes lock for a fleeting instant.

Time seems to slow as their gazes meet, the air thick with tension. For a moment, neither of them blinks, suspended in a silent standoff. Then, with a Herculean effort, the student's lids droop shut once more, and he slumps back into his seat, lost in slumber again.

Sally exhales a shaky breath, her knees nearly buckling in relief. She manages to steady herself, gripping the edge of the table for support as she continues sharpening the pencils with trembling fingers.

But the close call has left her shaken, her nerves frayed to the breaking point. The combination of the classroom's chilly atmosphere, the relentless stimulation of her own arousal, and the terrifying possibility of discovery has pushed her to the brink of collapse.