The Great Escape

Meryl crawled along under the tables, grateful for the coverage provided by the long cloths. She didn't even want to contemplate how thoroughly she'd be screwed if she turned up like this in front of an entire classful of fellow students. As she crawled, she kept having to resist the urge to look in the other direction, as many of the girls in this class were wearing skirts, and she'd rather not get a good look at anyone's underwear — partially out of her own sense of decency, and partially out of worry that her feelings of envy of their possession of nice, well-fitting panties would overtake her and throw her off her game. Passing one set of legs in particular, however, she couldn't help but stop and go back. She recognised those legs, those shoes, that skirt!

Her gaze travelled up those long, well-defined legs, past the calves and up over the thighs, and despite herself, Meryl's eyes fell upon the panties clearly visible through their owner's mostly-open legs. The panties in question were white with a pink outline running along their edges, with an embossed, calligraphic gel pen-esque design splashed over the crotch area. They were rather snug against their owner's privates, as Meryl could clearly see the outline of the girl's lips where the material was wedged slightly into her slit. What was more important than that, however, was that Meryl was certain the panties — along with everything else — belonged to none other than Cheryl. At that moment, she heard the girl's voice ring out just above her, and in response the tutor replied, "Yes! Very good, Cheryl!"

Meryl stumbled back, eager to get away from her perverted friend, and bumping her head quite prominently against the table. Meryl clapped her hands over her mouth for the second time in as many minutes, watching fearfully as the pair of legs shifted, the panties extricating themselves from Cheryl's vulva with the movement. Then, to Meryl's dismay, Cheryl's face appeared, staring at her where she sat under the table.

"Baby doll!" She hissed. Meryl paled, putting a hand over the front of her skirt and moving to cover her tits defensively. Cheryl reached for her bag, which was resting against one of the table legs, pretending to rummage through it for the sake of her neighbours. "Heya, Meryl!" She whispered. Meryl couldn't bring herself to respond at first, then, she murmured back. "C—cheryl...I—I...I'm just trying to...leave..."

"Meryl...is your bra gone?"

Meryl pressed her arm more tightly to her chest. Cheryl smiled deliriously. "I didn't realise you had such scrumptious titties, Baby Doll. Go you! I might have found out earlier if you hadn't," her voice dropped into a sensual purr. "Ducked out."

"Th—thanks Cheryl, but I really need to be going now." Meryl was looking around frantically for any signs of other people getting curious about what was going on under Cheryl's table, so far, there was no apparent need for concern. Any more concern, at least. "That's understandable, especially given your situation, clothes-wise. Although...I do think I might need something from you first. Meryl was dumbfounded. "Something...from me?"

"Just a small thing, won't take more than five minutes. All I want from you...is to eat me out. Just a little."

Meryl felt herself deflate. How had she ended up here again? She shook her head repeatedly. "I—I can't do that, Cheryl."

Cheryl frowned. "Uh-huh, well that's unfortunate, isn't it? Would be a shame if something else unfortunate happened, like me pulling this table cloth up and telling the tutor about a peeping tom under the table."

Meryl's eyes went wide. "No! No, no, no! No, please Cheryl, I can't eat...I can't do that thing you want, but please don't tell on me!"

"Sorry baby doll," Cheryl grinned cheekily. "Those are my terms. Get licking, or get ready to be exposed."

Meryl exhaled sharply, this was developing into full on nightmare scenario territory at this point. She'd thought until now that she'd do anything to keep herself out of the spotlight, but...anything? Even this?