Maybe.

With my head below the shoulder level of the mass of students, it was difficult to tell if the teacher had seen me or not, and if so, if she'd detected anything unusual about me, be it my being a Senior in a crowd of Sophomores, or even the fact that my erect penis was sticking out in the open, currently being stroked by another Senior girl named T...

It was that moment I realized that I had somehow been separated from Tiffany in the confusion of the moment. There was no way for me to tell how far from me she was, as any poking my head out from the crowd would expose myself to the possibly already suspicious clip-board-wielding teacher in the middle of the hall. Sure, I had been passing through fairly easily and openly before, but the close call had caused me to lose my nerve.

The girls that were surrounding me were all transfixed on the unusual site before them, many of them pointing toward below my waist and whispering among each other. I distinctly heard a girl giggling behind me.

Unconsciously masturbating myself again in order to relieve both the physical and mental stress, I debated between the merits of attempting to make an escape, or waiting where I was with the hope that the less-at-risk-of-being-detected Tiffany would find me before the teacher did. Both were risky options.

It was quickly made a moot point, however, as girls began looking over their shoulders, and stepping out of the way to allow access to a yet-unseen individual making their way toward me. It occurred to me Tiffany had been the one holding the hall pass note.