No. At least not yet!

Diane and Yuki, their hearts racing like they were in the final stretch of a marathon, turned from the sight of the football team. The hallway seemed to stretch out like an endless runway, each turn a potential sanctuary or trap. Their bare feet made little noise against the linoleum floor, but the sound of the approaching football team was like an approaching storm.

Diane's athletic frame propelled her forward; her muscular legs, defined from years of sports, worked with precision, her large, firm breasts bouncing with each step, her nipples hard from the rush of adrenaline and the cold air. Her waist was narrow, leading to a toned rear that was now on full display, the muscles of her back flexing with each movement.

Yuki, with her more delicate build, ran beside her, her slender legs kicking up with grace yet swiftness. Her breasts, slightly larger than Yuki's, swayed with each stride, her skin flushed with embarrassment and exertion. Her hips were curved, leading down to a well-maintained snatch, now exposed to the harsh lights of the school hallway.

Diane, with her sports-honed reflexes, spotted a janitor's closet not far ahead. "There!" she hissed, her voice barely a whisper but urgent. They sprinted towards it, their bodies moving in a fluid, **** dance of exposure and evasion.

Inside, the closet was dark, cramped, and filled with the scent of cleaning supplies. They stood close, their bodies touching, the heat from their exertion mingling in the confined space. They waited, holding their breath, listening for any sign that they'd been spotted.

Outside, the football team's laughter grew louder, then faded as they passed by the closet, oblivious to the two naked girls hiding just inches away. Diane and Yuki shared a look of relief, but their situation was far from resolved. They were safe for the moment, but they were still without clothes, in a school filled with students.

The silence after the team passed was deafening. Yuki, regaining some composure, whispered, "We need to find something to wear." She fumbled around in the dark, her hands finding a few spare janitor uniforms hanging on a rack. Hastily, they donned the oversized, musty-smelling garments, cinching the belts tight around their waists.

Diane's hands trembled as she buttoned up the shirt, her mind racing with the implications of what had happened. "How do we get out of here without anyone seeing us?" she asked, her voice a mix of panic and determination.

"We wait for the right moment," Yuki replied, her voice steadier now, the shock giving way to strategy. "After school, when most people have left."

They spent what felt like hours in that closet, listening to the school empty out, the sounds of doors slamming, and the final bell echoing through the halls. When they finally emerged, the school was eerily quiet, the only sounds their footsteps and the occasional hum of a distant vacuum cleaner.

With cautious steps, they made their way through the corridors, their borrowed uniforms a stark contrast to the school's usual attire. But their luck seemed to run out as they neared an exit; two male janitors turned the corner, their eyes widening at the sight of the girls in their uniforms.

"Hey, those are our uniforms!" one of the janitors, a middle-aged man with a sharp gaze, exclaimed.