She goes with the girl

"Okay," Hannah whispered. "Your place. Please just... go."

The girl grinned, quick and not entirely innocent, and peeked around the wall.

"I'm Nina. Stay on me. And if someone shouts, don't freeze. Freeze is how you get caught."

Hannah nodded, key in one fist, the other arm banded over her breasts. She was already wet. She hated that. The whole party knew there was a naked girl by the slide. They were going to be looking.

Nina took the long side of the hedge, the dark strip between the bushes and the neighbours' fence. It was narrower than Hannah had hoped. Twigs scraped her hip. Every few meters the hedge thinned and the party leaked through: music, orange light, a slice of lawn. The first time a gap opened, Hannah saw three people standing with drinks, facing roughly their way. She dropped into a crouch. Nina kept walking a step, then crouched too, biting her lip.

"They didn't see," Nina mouthed.

Hannah was not sure. One of them had turned his head. She waited, heart slamming, nipples tight against her own arm, until they looked back at the house. Then she shuffled on, bare feet silent on the dirt.

The second spotting was worse. They had almost cleared the garden when a voice called from behind them, from the slide.

"She's not even here! I told you they were lying!"

A phone torch swept the hedge. The beam skipped over leaves, hit the fence, and for a horrible second it caught Hannah's pale shoulder. She shoved herself into the bushes, twigs in her hair, ass in the air, and the light moved on. Someone laughed. Nina grabbed her wrist and pulled her, still bent over, along the last of the fence until they spilled out onto a side path.

"That was close," Nina whispered. She was flushed. She had been looking. "You good?"

"No," Hannah said, and then, because her body was a traitor, "Keep going."

The side path ran behind two houses and came out on a quiet street. It should have been empty. It was not. A couple was kissing against a parked car, and beyond them a boy from the party was crossing the road with a cigarette. He looked up at the wrong time. His mouth opened.

"Holy shit- is that-"

Hannah ran. She did not cover well. There was no way to run and hide her chest and her pussy at once. Nina ran with her, laughing under her breath, and they cut down an alley as the boy shouted something to nobody in particular. A downstairs window flicked on as they passed. Hannah saw her own reflection for a flash: small, nude, sprinting, key glinting. Then they were past it and into Nina's street.

Nina's house was a narrow student place with a dark front garden. Hannah was almost at the door when a man walking his dog at the far end of the road slowed down. She could not tell if he had seen her or only the movement. She plastered herself to Nina's back while Nina fumbled with her keys, the dog-walker still coming, Hannah's bare stomach against Nina's jacket, her whole body humming.

The door opened. They fell inside. Nina kicked it shut.

Silence. A hallway. Coats. The muffled thump of the party, far away now.

Hannah stood in someone else's house, still completely naked, catching her breath. She was shaking. She was also, humiliatingly, more turned on than she had been behind the slide. They had seen her. Several of them. They had been looking for her, and they had found her, and she had kept going anyway.

Nina leaned against the door, looking at her properly in the hallway light. No party dimness now. Hannah covered up again, too late.

"You made it," Nina said. "I've got a hoodie. Jeans, maybe, they'd be huge on you. You can get dressed and walk home like a person. You've got your key, right?"

Hannah nodded. Her voice was thin. "Yeah."

Nina hesitated. That curious look was back, the one from behind the slide.

"Or. They're already going to talk. You already ran through half the neighbourhood like that. If you wanted... one more thing. A last dare. Then clothes, then home. No pressure. I just thought, you know. Since you're here. And you didn't seem like you hated that."

Hannah's face burned. She had not hated it. That was the problem.