Yes she can! Sort of...

Chapter originally by Apollo on writing dot com

Ms. Micheli turned around to face the origin of a soft sound behind her, but was instead greeted to the sight of an empty field. With no one visible and the school door not swinging shut in its typical delay were enough to convince the coach that she was hearing things. After all, it certainly wasn't the sound of the stampede made by the football team, and anyone else who would use that path would be waiting for her to finish setting up and get down to practice. With nothing there, she went right back to work as practice drew closer, adding to poor Yuki's anguish.

Though she'd made it off school ground, the naked Asian was far from free of the school's wrath. Her trek had only taken her across the street and to a collection box, leaving her within sight of anyone in the area from which she fled the moment she should step out from behind the mailbox. Peripheral vision was a consideration now that Yuki was in front of Ms. Micheli instead of behind her, and any movements by Yuki might just be enough to catch the corner of the coach's eye. However, the worst part, the part that made Yuki's head swivel like she was a tennis match, was that the mailbox only shielded her from the school and left her exposed from three sides. A cautious glance at the school was all Yuki allowed to escape her cover, hoping that Ms. Micheli would soon turn her back and allow Yuki to take off down the side street three feet away. There was no such luck, however, as her prospective persecutor remained stationary in thought, which Yuki swore was only done to **** her - Ms. Micheli must know someone ran by and is trying to torment me out of hiding, Yuki thinks.

"Well, the good news is it's a nice day," Yuki mused quietly, hoping to reassure herself without attracting attention.

While very weak solace, it meant Yuki wouldn't be getting sick off this excursion, and she was all around comfortable with the temperature despite being stark naked. Even the slight gusts of wind weren't enough to send chills up Yuki's spine, only her fears would do that today.

In the next moment, Yuki almost jumped out of her skin and cried, and it took all of her willpower to stay low and silent. On days like today, the powerful rays of the sun were particularly fond of striking metallic objects, like the collection box Yuki was behind, and making them painful to the touch. Unfortunately, Yuki made contact with the mailbox at two sensitive and extremely pointy parts of her body. Two hands instinctively reached for her dark nipples and began to gently rub them in hopes of relaxing the pain way.

It took only a second for Yuki to realize that fact. Her nipples were erect. Her right hand snakes its way down to her loins and confirmed it. Somehow, this situation was putting Yuki into a different kind of heat. And on a warm day like today, there's no other reason Yuki would be sporting glass cutters, nor is she liable to sweat enough to convincingly hide the moisture collecting around her thighs in such comfortable weather.

"Maybe the weather's not good news," Yuki corrected.

Carefully avoiding the metal and an encore, Yuki peers back over the mailbox and checks on the schoolyard and looks for the back of her terrible teacher, leaving her oblivious to her own situation once more. Perhaps in a nervous reflex, or perhaps due to her own desires bubbling up to the surface, Yuki's hands hadn't left their positions and continued teasing her body closer and closer to the edge. When the threshold was crossed, there wouldn't be enough gags in the world to keep Yuki hidden from the school.

Over the top of the box, Yuki spied...