Salvation?

Recovering from the multiple orgasms, the fog slowly clearing. your eyes move in the direction of the stall door. A hazy, blurry figure slowly comes into focus as your weakening brain tries to make sense of it all. The shadowy figure slowly takes shape and you notice curves ... distinctive curves. Much like when your best friend entered the stall before, there is little doubt that this figure has the shape of a female.

The fog clears and they grays change into flesh tones as you notice a pair of long slender legs, leading up to two athletic toned thighs, curving outwards to well proportioned hips wrapped in pink cotton panties. Eyes wandering upwards slowly, take in the waif-like narrow waist and washboard abs, pale white skin exposed. She is obviously breathing heavily as it fills and empties with each breath she takes.

Gathering strength, you **** your eyes upwards and gaze upon the rather small tits encased in a bra that matches her simple looking panties. You take note of the obvious hardened cherries poking forth proudly, tenting the flimsy material. Barely able to move, your eyes raise as far as they can taking in the long ravenous red locks of hair dangling over the pale flesh, , trying to cover her barely concealed assets. As she tosses her hair to the side, you are able to make out the facial features of someone you know.

It takes a while for you to register who is in the stall with you. But you manage to come to the realization that this is Stacy McCardle, one of the cheerleaders on the squad from your class.

"Oh my!" Her shock, evident on her face, comes out in surprised whisper. Her eyes are wide as saucers as she takes in the view of you and your partner trapped on the table. The two of you too weak to utter any sound in response. "We've got to free you, and get the hell out of here!"

Stacy rushes to you and begins fiddling with the ropes binding your best friend to you, and you to the table. As each limb is freed, you slowly stretch and move, recirculating blood to the limbs. As each limb is freed, you can't help but recall the memories of Stacy McCardle.

Stacy was always one of the popular girls in school, always sought after by the boys, mainly due to her red hair, and the reputation associated with red hair vixens. While always surrounded by various suitors, there was never any rumor or gossip of any conquests made. As part of the cheerleader squad, her circle of friends tended to be the elitists, and as such, didn't include you. It actually comes as somewhat of a surprise that she even recognizes you as a classmate, and not just some mere underling, as it seemed like in school. It's equally surprising that she is here to free you, not just focused on herself, or at least the other cheerleaders.

Finally free of your binds, you huddle in a tight embrace to your best friend, sharing in each other's warmth, naked flesh pressed to naked flesh. Your heavy laden tits crushed between the two of you, you can feel leaking small amounts of milk. You both look towards your savior, surprise, relief, and confusion battling for control within your brain.

'How come she still has clothes on? Why is she saving us? Is this is our chance to escape?' So many questions floating around in your head. You are barely able to focus on any one thought as your pussy begins to ache anew for some renewed attention.

"C'mon let's go! Follow me, and we'll see if we can find others to free! We're all getting out of here together!" The subordinate cheerleader suddenly, self-appointed warrior princess, had a plan to escape, leaving no classmate behind. You watch with awe and trepidation as she turns back towards the stall door, quietly opening the latch and parting the door ever so slightly. She sticks her head out into the corridor and scans both ways. You can't help but take note of the way her shapely, apple-shaped ass juts towards you, swaying ever so slightly from side to side as she shifts her weight from foot to foot.

'FINALLY! THIS IS OUR CHANCE!' You look to your partner, still clutched within your grasp, eyes silently communicating with each other.