Let's get going.

"Right," Rachel says. "After you."

You start for the door, painfully aware that Rachel is watching your ass as you stride though the well-lit room. You let yourself think about Rachel in a way you never had before.

You'd been in shop class for four years together. Back when you were freshmen, it wasn't weird for girls to take shop. But now by your senior year, there were only three girls in the class.

Rachel's body had gotten more gorgeous over the years, and by the time her 18th birthday rolled around, she was positively hot. Not that you had ever given her much thought; her conservative dress left too much to the imagination. May as well look at porn.

Yes, she was a cheerleader, and she seemed to be really good at it. Somehow, her gracefulness cast her more as an athlete than as a showgirl. Most of the cheerleaders were eye candy for a guy like you. Rachel was tantalizing but in a way, too _serious _to take seriously.

Until now. In this bizarre situation, Rachel's timidity is striking in a whole new way. Clearly, she doesn't publicly express her sexuality; but these last few minutes prove that she does take an interest. Now, the uniform that shows the bottom half of her legs and most of her arms--by far the most revealing clothing she's worn in public--is a turn-on in a way it hasn't been for you before.

Which maybe is a little awkward since you're completely naked. You're glad she's behind you as your dick twinges, and you feel relief as you and she enter the cool, dark night air.