She gets dressed.

Bree couldn't help but smile. Her face hurt, she was grinning so much. She felt like she was smiling so big it could light up the whole hallways. And all because all she was wearing was that smile.

She skipped down the hall, making her way clothes-less and carefree from the gym to the chem lab where her shoes were stowed. She rounded a corner, hands raising to her bouncing breasts, gripping them just a little too tightly and letting out a quiet yelp. But she didn't let go, pinching her nipples tight between her knuckles and gasping again, this time more softly.

Her thighs writhed together as she spun around and down the hall, practically falling along as one hand kept kneading playfully at a breast while the other wandered its way down between her thighs. She gasped again as it found tender flesh, teasing its way in, slipping between her lips as she slid into the chemistry lab.

Bree hopped up onto the corner of Mr. Wilson's desk, a leg dangling down each side of the cool wood, and grabbed one of his whiteboard markers. She grinned, peering in at the teeth marks etched into the cap.

"I don't know why, but it's kinda sexy when you're so into your lecture that you pull these caps off with your teeth..." Shocking herself at breaking the silence of the room, she bit her lip, her pussy already leaving a wet mark below her. She slipped the marker down between her thighs, pushing it gently, firmly between her parted lips. She couldn't even slip the whole cap in before letting out another gasp, eyes flitting back. "Okay, that's a little big for me..." She giggled, pulling the shining-wet marker back up and setting it with his others.

She slid off the desk, crossing the room and falling to her knees to bend in and draw out her flip-flops. She wriggled her bared ass at the empty room behind her as she reached in, picturing her hungry little pussy peeking out as her bare breasts pressed teasingly gently against the cool floor. She slipped the flip-flops out and popped up, slipping her toes into the footwear.

She turned to the door, the clop-clop of the flip-flops practically ringing in her ears after the near perfect silence previously punctuated almost solely by her own occasional gasps of joy. She bit her lip as she stepped into the hall, each clop-clop sending shivers up her spine, like little alarm bells suddenly ringing out for all the world to hear "clop-clop Bree is naked! clop-clop Bree is horny! clop-clop Come see Bree!"

With each clop, her hand slid further down her stomach, teasing ever closer to her pussy as she struggled to quiet her noisy shoes. But everything she did just seemed to make them louder, her fingers quickly slipping over her little mound, teasing across her happy little nub, finding purchase in the achingly soft, wet, warm flesh.

"Mmng..." She clasped her other hand to her mouth, unable now to find the will to pull the one between her legs free as she clop-clopped down the hall, still shivering with each step, the English classroom finally in sight. Her fingers pushed their way inside her, pressing effortlessly into her burning hot pussy. "Ungh!" She yelped again as she stumbled to the door, pushing into the room.

"My shirt..." She murmured, making a bee-line for the bins, collapsing to her knees against them, the carpet rough against her smooth skin. Her fingers were pumping hungrily, and she knew she was too far gone to stop. Her ass pointed right up at the front of the room, her knees slightly parted, she knew that if this were during class, Mr. Rockstrom would have a perfect view of her naked backside, her cheeks spread, her little butthole pointed right at him, her her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. Their thwack thwack thwack filled the room as she couldn't help but imagine it was Mr. Rockstrom behind her right then.

Thwack thwack thwack

"Mmmnh..." She'd never even thought of him before...

Thwack thwack thwack

"Uhgn..." But now his penis was pushing in and out of her... harder, faster...

Thwack thwack thwack

"Oh god!" Bree shoved her face into a bin, biting into a bundle of soft cloth, her free hand griping at her breast. No, his hand. He squeezed so hard, too hard, it hurt... it hurt so good...

Thwack thwack thwack

She was so close... She could almost feel him bursting inside her, his cream pumping into her...

Thomp thomp thomp

Thomp? No, that wasn't...

Suddenly the room lit up, and she froze, every muscle in her body tensed at once, her fingers crushed as deep inside her pussy as they'd reach.

Oh god! Mr. Weatherby! He was here! He'd caught her! He'd caught her naked, masturbating, ass in the air, fingers buried deep! She had to cover up! What could she do? Where could she hide? Oh god!

Unfortunately for Bree, her pussy was tired of this shit. It decided to take this moment and make the worst of a bad situation. It convulsed ever-tighter against her fingers, a shudder running up her hips, through her spine, catching in her breath as a long, high-pitched moan found itself muffled into the soft cloth shoved into her mouth.

Bree's body rocked with her sudden orgasm, and the glare of the flashlight instantly replaced Mr. Rockstrom's shaved head and grinning face with Mr. Weatherby's wide-set figure. Her fingers, no, his penis was shoving itself harder, faster, deeper in and out than ever before!

"Mr. Weatherby!" She could feel herself practically screaming with pleasure, but her brain was shooting too many sparks to hear the words she knew she was forming, her knees burning as they scrambled back and forth against the rough carpet. Mr. Weatherby's hand was crushing against her breasts, Mr. Weatherby's thighs were slapping against her violently rocking ass, Mr. Weatherby's penis was shoving itself ever deeper insider her, pumping the last few ounces of pleasure into her as he slowed to a jolting halt, her whole spine tightening at once as though his penis could reach all the way up to the base of her skull.

The electric charge that had been shooting through her was all but spent, and her body jolted gently around the penis buried deep inside her for only a few more heartbeats as the last of Bree's tension finally poured away.

Her pussy decided to let her brain have control again. She opened her eyes, gasping for air, her fingers falling out of her already sore little hole after an orgasm that had almost felt like an eternity. Even in the dim light, she immediately realized it had been her own shirt she'd muffled her cries against. At least she can put that on now.

Oh god, did she really call out his name? It was her hand still clutching her breast, not his. And it has been her fingers that she'd just pulled out, not his penis. What in god's name did Mr. Weatherby just witness?

No reason to show him her tits, she supposed. Of course, no reason not to at this point...

She grabbed her shirt, glancing behind her to the seemingly infinitely patient security guard as she slid it up her arms. She stopped, frowning, and rolled over, the carpet just as scratching against her bare ass as it had been on her knees.

No one was there.

She wasn't caught.

She realized he must've not seen her here in the back of the room. She could even faintly hear his thomping still fading down the hall.

She took a few long, deep breaths, her bare breasts lifting and falling heavily with each, the red mark of her own fingers fading slowly away on one.

Her pants!

Bree leapt up, tugging the shirt on awkwardly as she clop-clop-clopped noisily across to the classroom door. If she hurried, she could get her pants from his office! He was going the opposite way, and obviously he moved slow. Very slow.

That orgasm was... so... long...

His thomping, it was practically gone. She bet if she couldn't hardly hear his feet, he wouldn't probably hear her shoes. She decided to make a run for it.

Surprisingly, the shoes turned out to be their quietest when she was sprinting, sliding across the floor with each step instead of slapping. She should've thought of that sooner. She sprinted down the hall, breasts bouncing under her shirt to the beat of the soft sound of her flip-flops, the wetness covering her thighs quickly cooling in the air. It occurred to her this was certainly the first time she'd sprinted across the cafeteria bottomless.

She grinned, deciding right then and there that it definitely wouldn't be the last.

As she made it to the office, she slowed, the clop-clop of her shoes picking up again, her heart racing from the long dash from English class. She found her breathlessness too noisy, a nervous chill starting up her spine as she got closer to the well-lit security room.

It was just nerves, she told herself. She could hear his thomps coming a mile away. She was safe.