Ask the girl for help

Evaluating the situation, your eyes dart between the tree and the girl nearby, before you settle on asking the girl for help. The tree is far enough away from the bleachers that one could peak over and see your streaking. Even if you snuck behind it, there was a decent stretch of empty plot right in front of a dense, heavy forest. Getting caught was a great risk, as was the fear of being lost in the woods without a sense of direction. The thought of being caught by multiple people or getting caught in the forest in your state was enough to convince you. Covering your pencil dick with your hands—though only one was necessary—you start to slowly move towards the girl, praying the kindness of strangers will save you from this mess.

The woman was busy smoking at the end of the other bleachers, staring off into the distance. As you get closer, her distinct features become more recognisable. Her large eyes, heavy sleep bags highlighting them further. Her face was pale, whether from make-up or lack of sunlight you weren't entirely sure. You remember her from her height, as she was at least a head over the tallest guys or so. Being the lanky freak of the school, you remember she spends her time away from the school and the people that infest it, which fills you with a great sense of dread.

The thought that she might be cruel, or even **** you was the main threat that came up. Rebecca had taken your pants and exposed you not a minute earlier, and that was when you were hard. But being caught in the cold September air, and paranoia clouding your mind, your tiny member was probably one inch. As you begin to consider turning back, taking your chances with the forest, you stop, frozen.

She's finally broken her trance, fixing her large, emerald eyes on your exposed self.