Hide in the janitor's closet!

Your eyes dart around the hallway, frantically looking for a way to get away, and finding nothing but halls you can hear people coming towards you from. But there along the wall, between two banks of lockers, was a place to hide, if nothing else.

"There, the janitor's closet!" You scramble to your feet- blushing as your hard dick slips past your one hand as you remove the other to push yourself to your feet- and feel it twitch again as Chris does the same, briefly baring her breasts. But there's no time to ogle each other, and as the sound of your chattering classmates get louder it's mixed with the sound of bare feet slapping the tile floor as the two of your dart to the unassuming door.

Trying the handle, you worry for a second that it's locked, and although Chris is still behind you, you shiver as you take both hands to it, your crotch once again uncovered. Thankfully, after a moment of effort, the rusty door slides open, and glancing behind you at Chris, you both slip inside and shut the door.

For a second, the two of you just stand there in the nearly pitch black, the sound of your panting the just audible under the sound of the hallway filling up with passing students- the theater goers, or the band, or whoever else Ava had mentioned. You and Chris are silent, and you can barely see her, aside from the silhouette of her foot visible from the light coming through the crack under the door. It's an awkward few wordless minutes- at one point Chris backs up into you, her bare ass pressing into the hands covering your groin, and your own ass somewhat painfully jamming into the metal sink as the two of you gasp and move apart.

"S-Shit, sorry," Chris says after a minute, still in a whisper though you can't hear anyone out in the hall anymore.

"Don't worry about it," you say after a minute.

"What are we going to do? Those... those fucking assholes!" she says, letting her voice get a little louder. You wince at her volume, but it's still a good question. You don't know where you could go- there's no way you're getting home buck naked, so if you could find clothes before leaving, that'd be the way to go, but you have no idea where you could get some. One thing was for sure, you couldn't stay in this closet forever.