Stealth fails, so you make a break for it!

You and Chris make your way as best you can, an awkward task for so, so many reasons. One was the simple terror of being naked in an exceedingly public place, throngs of your peers having passed through the hall mere moments ago and, potentially, behind any door or around any corner. To this end, you and Chris hesitated at each door, glancing in through the glass and crouching low to avoid being seen, though at this time of day most were empty, and the others sparsely occupied.

The other big issue was, of course, your mutual nudity. You had seen Chris fully exposed a couple times over at this point, and vice-versa, and in your silent stalking through the halls, the two of you reached an unspoken agreement not to look directly at the other, though you still steal glances despite yourself; and in a way, it's almost comforting to catch her do the same. I mean, it's still humiliating; every glimpse of skin, a side-view of her exposed chest as she steadied herself against a door, her ample ass as she took the lead for a few steps, all of it makes your blood rush both up towards your cheeks and down to your shamefully still semi-erect cock, knowing that she is getting some good looks of her own. But for the sake of keeping yourselves from further public nudity, you try and push it out of your mind.

Perhaps, though, it is because one of you is distracted that you slip up. The two of you pass another row of lockers, maybe halfway to the gym by now. That's being optimistic, but it's what's running through your head as you and Chris freeze, deer in the headlights, as you both hear the click of a classroom door opening immediately behind you.

"So we'll have the project done on Thursday, Mr. Carmichael. Thank you so, so much for the extension."

"Yes, well... considering one of you fell ill, and with what you've shown me so far, I thought it seemed fair. Don't expect this to become a pattern—"

The door finished its swing, clanking into the wall behind it, and as you heard a footstep out into the hall, you and Chris looked at eachother-- not at anything exciting, below the neck, but right at each others eyes, and Chris mouths: 'Run.'

And so you do.

"Wh-- Good Lord!"

"Whoa!"

"Holy shit, nice!"

You don't look back, for fear of slowing down or for fear that one of them would recognize you, as you break into a sprint down the hallway, the sound of bare feet running echoing against the shouts and jeers behind you. In a second, Chris has pulled ahead of you, and for once you don't have time to enjoy the sight of her ass as she runs-- as it stands it's taking all your willpower to ignore the sensation of your dick bobbing and balls slapping against your thighs as you run.

You don't know how far you've gone, when Chris crosses in front of you, into an open doorway with no lights on in the room, and you run past her for a few paces, scrambling to slow down and dart in after her, closing the door behind her. For a second, the two of you just stand there panting, exhilarated and exhausted all at once from the adrenaline, but you don't have as much time to catch your breathe as you'd like, as you realize where you are now...