The Janitor Arrives!

It takes ten minutes of silence until you hear Alice speak freely again. You didn't really have anything to say that wouldn't make things more awkward and she seemed perfectly content to just sit and read her book while you leaned against a bookshelf in your undies. It wasn't the way you planned on starting the weekend off, nor would you ever plan to be in a sitaution like this.

"Sam! The janitor!" Alice yelled, hope creeping into her voice and you ran back around, too enthused to realise. She stared at you, sweaty and in undies. She'd had the foresight to put her shirt and skirt back on before running to get his attention, though her stockings still lay beside her.

You didn't notice what you'd done until she gave a snicker and a pointed look at your white briefs. You blushed, scrambling to get back beside the bookshelf and changed. But you'd tossed your clothes off and just as you were about to put your shirt back on, Alice yelled out again, "Sam! He can't hear me!"

You'd managed to put your shirt on overhead but as you grabbed your pants, she continued, "Now, Sam! He's going to leave!" With great **** and embarrassment in equal measures, you ran towards Alice and helped bang on the door, hoping that the janitor would notice you both. Or, well, hopefully just notice Alice.

But he didn't. While you and Alice banged on the door, he casually strolled by listening to music. Music you hoped was at least good. After the janitor was well out of sight, you and Alice both leaned against the door, falling onto your asses and gave each other the look of two exhausted fed-up tired individuals.

You realised you were still in your undies and blushed, getting up to scramble back but the effort felt too much. And Alice wasn't looking at the moment anyway. Her short pink legs kicked out and you couldn't help but stare at how smooth they looked. You immediately turned to the side, hoping she didn't see you gawk before asking, "So... W-What now?"