They couldn’t care less.

To Sally's immense relief, the other students seem to accept her flustered explanation at face value. No one stands up to investigate further, apparently content to let the matter slide given the dim lighting and the mundane nature of the incident.

However, as the classroom settles back into a relative state of calm, Sally becomes acutely aware of her own vulnerability. She remains crouched on the floor, her naked body hidden only by the merciful darkness and the angle of the desks surrounding her.

A bead of sweat trickles down her spine as she carefully begins to creep back towards her seat, moving with the utmost caution to avoid making any more noise. Each step feels like an eternity, her heart hammering in her ears as she prays that no one will glance in her direction and catch a glimpse of her bare form.

As Sally slowly makes her way back to her seat, the slick evidence of her arousal coats her inner thighs, occasionally dripping on the floor leaving a glistening trail with each careful step. The sensation of her own wetness, combined with the lingering adrenaline from her narrow escape, sends jolts of pleasure coursing through her body.

By the time she reaches her desk, Sally is panting softly, her skin flushed and tingling with heightened sensitivity. She sinks down onto the hard plastic chair, biting her lip to stifle a moan as the cool surface makes contact with her bare butt

Lily watches her friend's return with amusement, noting the way Sally squirms in her seat and the flush of her cheeks. "You okay there?" she whispers, leaning in close. "That was a close one!"

Sally is a mess, she responds in only a grunt while grinding her bare thighs together.