The great escape

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“What did you just say?” I am stunned, asking, “Will he—”

I’m interrupted by the sound of the front door to the duplex opening, sending a cold shiver down my spine, my ears perking up at the noise.

“Leigh!” I hear a man yell from below, “I know you are here . . .”

“Don’t you say anything, slut,” Shar tells her while I look for some way to get out of this situation.

“I told you, I am a very naughty girl,” she whispers, smiling. “UP HERE!”

I look at her, stunned, starting to look around. I might be able to escape through one of the windows. Thinking quickly I reach one and try to open it. However, the duplex is cheaply made, and in a bad neighborhood. Someone has sealed the windows, maybe to prevent a draft. I look back at Shar, who is gathering the clothes, her blue dress and heels, and my shirt and pants.

“Andrew, don’t be stupid, in here,” she says, running into the closet while I hear footsteps heading up the stairs.

Without thinking, I run following her into the cramped closet. I cram into the closet before closing the sliding door, looking through the white slats, while Shar’s large breasts press into my back. My heart pounds in my ears, trying to catch my breath.

Looking between the slats, I can see Leigh lying on the bed, posing for who I guess is her boyfriend.

“Leigh, John called me, said you were outside the house dressed in lingerie!” I hear as the door opens forcefully, slamming loudly into the wall.

“Andrew,” I hear behind me, turning to see Shar looking to her left; lying between some boxes is a large rifle.

It then begins to dawn on me exactly how much trouble I’m in, my blood turning cold in my veins.

“Were you waiting for me?” I hear as a large muscular man, whose biceps are maybe as big as my head, enters my view. He is carrying a large green duffel bag and wearing a military uniform.

“No,” she says, spreading her legs.

I watch the guy stop, clearly seeing my cum still leaking from her open cunt. He takes off his hat, throwing it at the ground.

“AGAIN, LEIGH! WHERE IS HE!?” he yells. Leigh’s eyes dart towards the closet.

“Shar, we need to run; hand me the gun!” I say. I know I have to think quickly.

She bends over, dropping some of the clothes, her heels loudly hitting the ground, and hands the rifle to me. I don’t know how to use it, but the boyfriend might not know that. I grip the gun close, quickly opening the closet door.

“Back up!” I yell at the huge man, my legs trembling.

He stops dead in his tracks, his face telegraphing that if I wasn’t holding the rifle, he would **** me.

“Shar!” I say, “Run!”

“You don't have to tell me twice, stud!” she says, heading out of the closet behind me; she seems to have gotten some of her underwear on—how did she—

“You didn't load it, did you?” he asks, a smile growing on his face.

I didn’t; I feel the dread washing over me. I turn, watching, as Shar ducks out of the room. He begins to walk towards me, clearly no longer afraid of what I’m holding. I know I cannot hope to take him on one on one. Quickly I toss the rifle at him, ducking out of the room, rushing towards Shar, who is heading out of the door; immediately without thinking, I slide down the railing, heading towards the front door behind her.

I watch as Shar gets into her car, starting her engine. Suddenly I’m glad I parked far away, as Shar opens the passenger door of her expensive red sports car for me.

“Get in!” she yells as I jump, still naked, into the nice red car and onto the black leather seat.

“Oh my god, what just happened!” I yell as she peels off, engine quickly speeding us away.

“Jealous boyfriend, crazy bitch,” she says. I’m shocked as she laughs.

“I’m so glad we got out of there,” I say, bending over and looking through the pile of clothes on the floor for my clothing.

She turns the car right, hard, as I slide my boxers up along my legs, causing my body to slam, just as hard, into the car door.

“I don’t think it’s over yet, stud!” she says, slamming on the brake before turning to the left.

I quickly finish sliding the boxers up, before looking out her rear window and seeing the boyfriend driving a large pickup truck towards us. It seems we’ve gotten ourselves into a bit of a car chase.

“Shit,” I say, leaning into the seat.

I look around, Shar is driving topless, but she is driving a sports car; if push comes to shove, we should be able to speed away from the boyfriend. I start to put my clothing on quickly; however, I find that Shar must have forgotten most of my clothing, leaving me with only pants to wear. Shar only has her dress and one heel. I know we won’t be able to hide very smoothly with no clothing.

“Shar, head into that parking lot!” I say, beginning to form a plan.

“Why?” she asks, turning hard.

“Trust me . . .” I say as she speeds through a small parking lot.

“Park here,” I direct, pointing at an open spot; she does so, while I quickly open the door and hop out of the car. I am looking to see if the truck is following us.

“We seem to have lost him!” I say to Shar, “Follow me!”

She reaches over, grabbing her dress. “No time!” I say, seeing his pickup entering the parking lot, heading down towards us.

“Come on!” I say, grabbing her hand and heading into a store.

We had made it back onto campus, and if I was right, this is the on-campus store; they should have clothing inside, we should be able to blend in with the other students. I enter the store with Shar, both still practically naked, seeing the girl behind the counter staring at us.

“I didn’t know you were into exhibitionism,” Shar teases, grabbing a BSU t-shirt from the women's clothing aisle.

“I’m not,” I say, feeling my face turn red. Suddenly it dawns on me how out of place we seem, you shoeless and shirtless, and her only wearing her panties, her large breasts clearly on display.

“I’m going to go grab some clothes,” I say, heading over to the men’s section.

“Sure . . . meet up at the changing room?” she says, smiling, pulling a shirt over her head, her breasts too large for the shirt. BSU stretched across the front, making it almost illegible.

I rush over grabbing a shirt, some shoes, and socks, each branded with BSU’s War Eagle. I watch the door the whole time, quickly ducking down when I see the boyfriend enter, wearing his military uniform.

I watch him talk to the girl behind the counter; she seems young, black hair, slim build, clearly in her freshman year. She looks the man up and down, before pointing into the clothing section where we are.

Shocked, I quickly begin to sneak towards the changing room, grabbing two BSU hats on the way.

“In here, stud,” I hear as one of the doors opens, Shar standing directing me into the room.

I rush into it, Shar quickly closing the door behind me.

I turn and see that she is wearing a BSU shirt that is a bit too small for her, and a skirt in BSU’s cobalt blue, black and copper which looks almost like a tennis skirt, plus white trainers.

“Here,” I say, handing one of the hats to her.

“And mess up my hair?” she says, teasing, taking the hat.

I begin to get dressed, knowing that time is of the essence; pulling the shirt and shoes on; finishing with the hat. I hear the man outside, entering the changing area, pushing doors open.

“Fuck,” I whisper, waiting for him to open our door.

I hear one door open, the one next to us, followed by a girl screaming.

“GET OUT YOU PERVERT!" She yells, before hearing the door close again.

"I will find you two!” I hear him say; however, his voice seems to grow quieter—I guess he is walking away.

“Shar, we need to get out of here,” I say, turning to her; her hair is now done up in a ponytail.

I look at her and realize something: I left the money at the duplex, I didn’t get paid for this ordeal.

“Shit, I left the money!” I whisper to her.

“It’ a good thing I got it then,” she says smiling, pulling out a large stack of money out. I wonder where she kept it? I think, before realizing, Maybe I don’t want to know.

“I”ll take half of your cut,” she says, handing me the cash, “for my troubles.”

“Of course,” I say, rolling my eyes, before handing a couple of bills to her, keeping a little to pay for the clothing.

I open the door; we try to keep our heads down as the boyfriend prowls the aisles. He is on the phone talking to Leigh; he asks who we are, I don’t know if she tells him, but he does say he is going to fuck the shit out of her when he gets back.

“Shar, get to your car, I’ll pay for these,” I say, heading towards the front counter.

“That guy is looking for you,” I hear the front counter girl say as I tell her what we bought.

“Yeah, I know,” I say, looking at her. Turning, I see sunglasses on sale.

“One of these too,” I say, grabbing a pair.

“What did you and your girlfriend do to him?” she asks, ringing up my purchase.

“She isn’t my girlfriend," I say quickly, surprising myself. “Sorry, we may have had an encounter with his girlfriend,” I say, “so please don’t tell him where we are.” I finish by sliding on the sunglasses.

“No problem,” she smiles. “That will be $109.48.”

I hand her the money, adding on a couple of extra for the trouble. “Keep the change.”

“Did they leave?” I hear a familiar voice say behind me. I try to act casual.

“Oh, no, I think they headed into the restrooms,” the clerk says, pointing towards the back; past the textbooks.

“Thanks,” the man says, heading off.

I breathe a sigh of relief, before whispering, “Thanks.”

She looks back at me. “No problem. If you and your not-girlfriend ever want to have some fun with someone without a jealous boyfriend, give me a call,” she says, handing me the receipt; written on it is her number.

“Uh, sure, thanks again,” I say, heading out the door.

I rush out, entering Shar’s car before she drives off. I start to realize she is heading back to the sorority house.

“Shar, wait,” I say.

“What?” she says.

“Don’t head back yet, remember you told Leigh, I need to make sure she didn’t tell her boyfriend,” I say, worried that he might find her.

“Fuck,” she says. “Where to then?”

“Head back to my room,” I say; “I’ve got a single in a co-ed dorm, we should be fine there,” I explain before Shar sharply changes direction, directing her car towards it.

“Oh, a little personal time at your place? I’m down, stud,” she teases. She has something in mind, and to be honest, it is very much turning me on, my cock growing hard at the thought.