Whew! That was close

Ms. Bryant stands up, taking a step back to get a better look at the contents of the cabinet. You close your eyes giving a quick prayer to God that you don’t get expelled today.

“Now, where is that tape? I know Mr. Grifton said that he had returned it,” Ms Bryant says out loud to herself. Apparently not finding what she was looking for, she moves to the next cabinet with a perfect view of the tank top. Sarah squeezes your hand waiting for MS. Bryant to see the shirt, but luck is with you as she opens that cabinet to see if the tape is there.

Ms. Bryant shakes her head as she scans the contents of the second cabinet. “Nope not here either,” the teacher says.

Closing the cabinet she starts back to the door, and you start to feel as if your getting a stay of execution when Ms. Bryant stops. Sure that you're now caught you sag in despair, but instead of turning around as you expect Ms. Bryant looks off to her right.

“I wonder if its in the closet,” she exclaims, and moves off out of sight across from the entry way. You look at Sarah and make a shushing gesture as you creep out to try and retrieve the top. Looking through the TV racks you can see Ms. Bryant fumbling with some keys, and decide to make your move. Reaching out as far as you can you grasp the hem of the wayward shirt. Jerking it you quickly move back behind the cabinet, and hand off the top to a visibly-relieved Sarah.

You watch as Sarah shimmies into the shirt hiding her swaying melons from your appreciative view, but you are brought back to reality by the sound of a key going into a lock.

“That’s strange the door is unlocked already,” your teacher says with an annoyed sigh.

You hear the door to the closet open, and then nothing for several long seconds.

“Well, well, well. It looks like Juan’s wife kicked him out again,” Ms. Bryant says in a disgusted tone. “Looks like I’m back to Plan A,” Ms. Bryant complains leaving the room, not bothering to close the closet door.

You look over at Sarah and you both grin. Getting up the two of you go back into the main part of the room, curious about the open door, but uncertain if you should press your luck.

“Who’s Juan, Sarah?” you ask.

“You know that hot Latino janitor we have. His wife kicked him out last year, and the rumor mill said he was sleeping here at the school.”

You nod now remembering the incident. “Well I’m glad Ms. Bryant didn’t show up five minutes later. It might have been difficult,” You tell Sarah with grin.

Sarah entwines her fingers with yours. “Yeah you're right. As much as I want that monster of yours splitting me in two, I’m not on the pill, you probably don’t come to school carrying condoms, and,” she pauses, “My parents are more Catholic than the Pope.”

Your dick gets hard again at the thought of you and Sarah going bareback, but you file that fantasy away for a later date. “Lets take a look at Juan’s bedroom” you suggest. Sarah nods, and you both go to the open door.

“Wow, I wish my closets had this much space,” Sarah says.

Looking at the ‘closet’ you figure it was probably an office at some time. Looking around you see two army surplus cots lashed together with an air mattress atop them. You also observe several reams of paper, a bookcase full of blank VHS cassette’s, a TV/VCR combo, and a video camera. Walking all the way into the room you notice something white sticking partially out from under a box hidden by the cots.

“What’s this.” You say bending down and retrieve a woman’s thong. “Unless Juan has a weird fetish this belongs to someone else.” You inform Sarah.

You pull out the box, seeing that’s its open and spy more video tape, but these have writing on them. You pick up one of the video tapes looking at the writing.

“What’s that?” Sarah asks you.

“Its says Rachel-Claire, and has last Fridays date.” You say.

You hold out the tape to Sarah. “Want to take a look” You ask shaking the tape at Sarah.

Before she can answer the bell signaling the end of first hour sounds.

“I really should go to second hour .” Sarah moans in frustration not wanting to leave.