The library?

Well, where else would a book obsessive be headed?

I was still wet from the shower, and as I took a step I could feel my feet didn't have a lot of traction. The floor was made of smooth cold tile, and there was little in the way of grip. I wouldn't be able to run, then; not without hurting myself at any rate. With my arms clenched at my sides to hold my towel firmly in place, I performed a sort of walking hop after Amanda.

"Hey! Beth!"

I turned around to see Becky sticking her head out of the changing room.

"Where's Amanda?" she asked.

"The library!" I replied. "Get the clothes and meet us there!"

She nodded, and returned to the changing room.

As I rounded the corner, I found myself in one of the school's many hallways. This one was lined on one side by a solid concrete wall covered in student's lockers. There were a few doorways set into the wall which I knew led into classrooms; the dull murmuring of a teacher's lecture was able to penetrate into the hallway. The other side of the hallway was made up of a waist-high concrete wall, with glass windows reaching the rest of the way up to the ceiling. The window looked out onto a grassy courtyard surrounded on all four sides by similar glass windows. There was a door on the far side to allow students to enter and take their breaks in there between lessons; thankfully it was empty.

Amanda was at the far side of the hallway.

"Amanda!" I shout-whispered.

I couldn't exactly yell at her; the murmuring teacher would hear and would no doubt come to investigate. Unfortunately it wasn't loud enough for her to hear; she just kept walking.

I resumed my hop-walk and slowly began to close the gap between us. As I neared I could begin to make out little details; the faint jiggle of her ass cheeks with every step she took, the slight movement of her hair across her bare shoulders, the slip-slip-slip sound of her bare feet on the tile floor.

"Amanda!" I shout-whispered again.

It was no good. She reached the end of the hallway before I could stop her. It was an intersection of two different hallways, and the library door was directly in front of us. She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Much more cautiously I stopped at the end of the hallway and peered around the corner, then checked the other direction. There was nobody in sight. I quickly ran my hand down my towel, testing to see if it felt loose, but it seemed pretty sturdy. I walked the short distance to the library door and entered.

To the right was the librarian's desk, which was thankfully empty. Behind that was a small office, and I could hear the tipper-tapper of typing coming from within. To the left were a series of short bookshelves, while directly ahead were much larger ones that were nearly twice my height. From the librarian's desk it was possible to see down the length of these bookshelves; a necessity when unruly children were the main customers. Only the two shelves at the end couldn't be seen. Since Amanda was nowhere in sight, I quickly gathered that she would be down one of those.

The floor here was covered in carpet, so I was able to pick up the pace as I dashed towards the end shelves. In the very last avenue I found Amanda just as she gave a sigh and closed the book. I moved towards her.

"Oh my god Amanda!" I breathed.

She turned to face me, smiling. "Oh, Bethany! I've just finished the most amazing book! It was a tale of daring and cunning, about a female pirate who... who... why are you wearing a towel?"

I bit back the dozen scathing responses which came to mind. "It's more than you're wearing." I pointed out.

She looked down at herself. I was expecting a scream of surprise. Instead she said. "Oh. Bother. How did this happen?"

Taking great care not to damage it, Amanda turned towards the nearest bookshelf and slotted the book she had been reading into the nearest available recess. It was only after doing this that she reached down to cover herself with her hands. I noticed, however, that she didn't bother to hide her breasts, but just cupped both hands over her groin.

It was at this point that the bell rung, signalling the next class. Within a few moments the hallway would be full of students. We didn't bother trying to run for it, though. We both knew we'd never make it unseen.

"So what should we do?" Amanda asked surprisingly calmly.

"Hide in here for a few minutes." I replied. "Becky and Jess should be bringing our clothes along in a second. You, uh, you could use a book, you know? To cover yourself? You'd hide more than with your hands alone."

She looked at me like I'd suggested she kill a baby.

As predicted, Becky and Jess arrived a few moments later with Becky carrying a backpack practically bursting at the seams. She placed this on the ground in front of us and quickly removed Amanda's underwear, Amanda's shoes, Amanda's skirt and Amanda's sweater.

However, when she came to remove my clothing there was considerably less than I was expecting.

"You stupid girl!" Jess snapped at her.

"Well," Becky said sulkily "She did just say 'get the clothes'. How was I supposed to know what she meant?"