Opt for speed

"I'm going to be embarrassed if anyone sees me anyway," Anna thought to herself as she dropped her panties to the floor. "I may as well be quick and embarrassed."

She bent down and retrieved the panties before bunching them up in the same hand as Claire's bra. In her other hand she gripped the cell phone. Without wasting another moment she began to jog bottomless down the hallway of her school before breaking into her fastest sprint. It was not particularly impressive, however; Anna was a Maths whizz, not an athletic-type. The wind filled her ears as the lockers began to blur around her, and she tried to focus on her breathing before realising she didn't really know what that entailed. Then her focus shifted towards her hips. Now that she was running they were shifting a lot more than when she was walking, and the absence of any sort of elastic or belt was more keenly felt than she expected. With her attention slipping she felt the underwear in her hand shifting slightly and quickly modified her grip into a **** grip. Her heart was already pounding but the thought of losing anything gave her an extra jolt of adrenaline.

She arrived - panting and exhausted - at the ladies bathroom just as the school bell rang, signalling an end to the period. She stepped into the room just as the hallway exploded into a thousand voices of teenagers engaged in conversation.

"Claire?" Anna gasped.

One of the cubicle doors opened, and Claire's head popped out. "In here." she replied.

Anna stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She turned to Claire and felt a surge of surprise. She'd been so wrapped up in her own sorry state of undress that she'd completely forgotten that Claire had even less than her. Her friend was sat on top of the toilet lid with her knees pressed together and both hands intertwined over her bare crotch. Her large breasts hung freely. Apart from her shoes and socks she was still completely naked.

"Do you have any of my clothes?" she asked.

Before Anna could reply the door to the bathroom opened, and girls voices could be heard outside of the cubicle. The voices moved towards the sink and began gossiping. Claire held her finger over her lips to indicate silence. Anna stood there breathing, waiting for them to leave.

"Do you guys hear that?" one of the voices asked.

"What?"

"I hear, like... heavy breathing. Is somebody... is somebody masturbating in there?"

Anna and Claire looked at each other in panic. Then Claire, for whatever reason, reached out - exposing a neat dark triangle of pubic hair - and grabbed Anna by the arms. Anna hadn't been expecting this and offered no resistance as she was pulled onto her friend's lap so that they were sitting face to face with Anna's legs spread either side of Claire's.

Claire moved her face close to Anna's ear and whispered "Wrap your legs around me."

Anna complied. Claire placed her hands on Anna's lower back to support her.

Outside, one of the voices said "I think it's this one."

There was a banging on the door, causing both Anna and Claire to jump in surprise. "Hey, whoever's in there; stop jilling off, bitch! We all have to share those seats, you know!"

There was laughter. "Jilling off?" One of the other voices asked.

"Yeah, it's like jacking off but for girls."

The laughter and the voices faded away as the girls exited the bathroom. For a moment Anna sat in relief, eyes closed, and tried to regain her breath. It took her a few seconds, and once she felt calmer she opened her eyes. Then she realised the situation she was in.

She sat straddled - bottomless, breathless, and sweating - on top of her naked, large breasted friend whose hands were dangerously close to her buttocks. Hidden from the world's eyes by the cubicle walls. And as she opened her eyes, she looked directly into Claire's.

"I should... get off." Anna mumbled.

"Umm... y-yeah. Maybe."

With her hands holding items it was awkward to move. As Anna slowly un-entwined herself, she asked "Why did you tell me to sit on you like that?"

"In case they looked under the door." Claire replied. "If they saw two sets of legs, and you breathing like that, they might think... you know. That we were lesbians."

Now free, Anna stood up and backed away towards the cubicle door. She felt horny. It was, she quickly told herself, because of the excitement of nearly being caught. That had to be it. Claire sat covering her adorable little triangle of hair once more.

"So... I don't see many clothes with you." Claire mentioned.

"Well, I managed to get something at least." Anna said.

In the hallway, while she had been running, her grip on the underwear had momentarily weakened. She looked down at her hand.