To the locker rooms.

"Wait," Chris says after a moment of silence, causing you to tense up, "the softball team would've been the only one's practicing today, and our practice got cancelled."

"...so?"

"So, there shouldn't be anyone in the gym!" After a moment of silence, she continues, "Or the locker rooms. The locker rooms where clothes are!" You consider this for a moment after her realization spreads to you; the dingy clothes in your locker weren't exactly your favorite outfit, but it was far, far better than nothing. Of course, that didn't mean the plan was perfect....

"The gym is on the other side of the school though!" you whisper.

"Well, apparently everyone is on this side of the school anyway, so once we get over there we should be home free!" Chris lets out a short, bitter chuckle, "If you've got any other ideas, I'm all ears!"

"No, no, you're right," you say quickly, **** to keep this discussion from becoming any louder as an argument, "It's just...." After a moment of silence, hearing only your heartbeat and some breathing from Chris, you simply groan, placing your hands over your mouth to muffle the sound. "God, alright, this is going to suck, but... let's do it. To the locker rooms."

"Right!" Chris says, and you hear the handle of the closet door jangle as Chris puts a hand on it, leaning against the door. The both of you listen and can't hear anything as you stand there, **** to make sure the hallway is clear but both terrified to open the door and find that it isn't. Chris summons the courage before you do; with a sharp breath in, she turns the handle and opens it, just a crack.

Speaking of cracks, as the door opens, it let's in just enough light to make out more of Chris's body, including her bare ass. As she focuses on the hallway beyond the door, you take in the sight of her smooth, toned cheeks, flexing as she angles herself on tip-toes to scan the hallway, and despite the situation it's still just as exciting as when you saw it moments ago, stripped by the bullies in the classroom.

"Sam?"

Chris had apparently been whispering your name, and when she didn't get a response, she looked back over her shoulder. In a split-second, she saw where you were looking, and before she could get angry her own eyes drifted downward-- your crotch uncovered from when you had tried to muffle your frustrated groan. The site of her behind meant you were still as stiff as a rock, and her eyes widen, taking it all in before you can get your hands back over your cock.

"Sam! Focus!" Chris shouts in a whisper, throwing a hand back behind her to cover her ass, as much as she could.

"I was!"

"On something besides me!"

"I-I was!"

She shoots you a look, but as she can't quite meet your eyes, it doesn't last long. "The coast is clear," is all she says, "let's hurry." And like that, covering up and doing your best too keep your eyes off her as she does the same, you follow her out into the seemingly empty hallway, both of you ready to start the trek to the locker rooms, all the way on the other side of the school.