by Ciara Jones
Molly had been seen by roughly a billion people at this point, and somehow she still hadn’t grown numb to the embarrassment. The game was no longer about hiding; it was about being seen the least.
The front entrance was packed with students, who’d become bottlenecked in their haste to get outside. Neither girl wanted to fight through more crowds. There was a side hallway that led out past the auditorium to a smaller, lesser used exit. Covering her pussy with one hand and grabbing Molly’s shoulder with the other, Crissy aimed them in that direction.
“Come on, girl.” Crissy panted. “Move. Pump those legs.”
Molly could just barely hear their feet slapping against the floor tiles as they scampered down the hallway. It was less populated but far from empty. Small groups of students passed by them, turning and staring. Some were laughing, some were shouting, some were pointing with fingers or camera phones. A phone FLASHED! Molly couldn’t even cover her face. Her breasts bounced freely. She stared at the floor before her and felt that breathless heart slam against her chest as she ran.
Wait, where are we going? Molly had been so focused on getting away, she hadn’t given any thought to their destination. The auditorium? No, that was almost certainly locked. A girl’s bathroom? Perhaps, but the nearest one was back in the entrance hallway. The girl’s locker room? Opposite side of the building. Outside? Oh god no, there would be a million students congregated out there. Anyone who hadn’t seen her naked body would get a lovely view.
“Crissy,” she finally said, looking at Crissy and catching exhausted breaths, “Where are… where are we going?”
“I don’t know,” said Crissy, staring straight forward. Molly could see her hair, wild and crazy from the water and the running, her lithe, pale body, so ridiculous exposed in the middle of a school hallway. That bluebird tattoo. Guess it’s old news now, huh?
“Can you… can you untie me?”
They reached the end of the hallway where it intersected. Crissy turned to Molly, seemed to notice she was tied up for the first time.
“Oh god, yeah. Hang on-“
“Woooooo! Yeah girl!” screamed some guy passing nearby.
“Fuck off, pencil dick!” Crissy yelled back, reflexively covering her body, scowling at him.
A smiled cracked on Molly’s lips, unbidden and surprising. Crissy looked so… cute, right then, with the way she was trying to summon real anger against the boy while holding both her breasts in one hand and covering her pussy with the other. Warmth spread through her body with the smile. She welcomed it. It was the closest she’d felt to okay in the approximate five thousand years she’d spent streaking through crowded school hallways.
“The fuck you smiling about,” said Crissy, scowling at her. Molly couldn’t help it. She giggled.
Crissy’s scowl broke a little. A half-hidden grin she was trying to fight down.
“We can’t… we can’t just stand here…” said Crissy through escaping giggles. Seeing Crissy try not to laugh made Molly want to laugh more. I’m going insane, she thought, shifting from one knee to the other, feeling intense tingles in her stomach and warm mirth growing inside her.
“Come on, crazy,” said Crissy. Another nearby phone gave a FLASH! Crissy flipped off the phone’s holder and began to run down the intersecting hall. Molly followed, completely unsure where they were going.
One thing was certain: this was starting to get exciting.
***
Molly felt she must be suffering through a mental breakdown. The laughs that welled up inside her were insurmountable. She felt almost delirious as she ran, panting, giggling, maybe crying a little bit, chasing Crissy’s naked ass through a gradually emptying school. Crissy was laughing too, hugging herself and casting looks back at Molly to see if she was following. Her hair whipped around her head, and she was smiling a coy I-can’t-believe-we’re-doing-this smile.
“Oh!” she said, stopping suddenly. “Teachers!”
Molly stopped beside her. Sure enough, three teachers were at the far end of the hall, talking to a hall monitor with a radio. Crissy hooked a hand around Molly’s neck and dragged her into a nearby classroom. No one inside. She closed the door and both girls crouched down beside it. Safe, for the moment.
Molly was full of more adrenaline than she would have thought possible. All the humiliation, all the fear, all the frustration she’d felt was coalescing into this fiery, hopped up euphoria. She found she couldn’t stand still, just kept fidgeting, hopping or leaning from one foot to another. Even when she tried forcing herself to calm down, she shivered. And not from cold. Her wrists twisted and tugged at her bonds.
Crissy crouched next to her and their eyes met. They smiled in helpless glee, like two children playing hide and seek. The alarm was even quieter in this room, quiet enough that they could hear each other’s exhausted breathing. A moment later and the alarm stopped. Both girls yelped. Crissy slapped two hands over her mouth. Both held their breath.
“Attention students,” came the voice over the intercom, “please exit the building in an orderly fashion. This is not a drill. Please line up and exit the building in an orderly fashion.”
Wayyy too late for that, thought Molly. It’s a fucking mosh pit out there.
After that, dead silence.
Molly took stock of the room. Backpacks and papers had been left at the desks. The students must have left quickly. That of course meant they would be back. The windows were bright and sunny, letting in tons of afternoon light. Even on the ground floor they were elevated somewhat. If there were students congregating outside, no one could see in.
“Alone at last,” said Crissy. Molly smiled.
“How are we ever going to live this down?”
Crissy stroked a damp hair out of Molly’s face.
“Fuck ‘em. You’re a fine looking young lady.”
Molly smiled bashfully. “Is there anything we can use to cover up in here? Anything at all?”
The two girls scanned the room. No jackets, no nothing. Molly briefly considered tearing pages out of the textbooks and fashioning some kind of paper bikini. A silly idea. They were stuck this way.
Molly whined.
“I was so scared out there.”
“I got you, babe.”
“Do you think the other girls are okay?”
“They’re probably fine.”
Molly remembered them packed in tightly in the stairwell. She felt guilty for leaving them there and hoped someone had helped them out.
“Crissy?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you untie me?”
Molly pivoted slightly so Crissy could see her wrists.
“Hmm,” she said, holding a hand to her chin. “Maybe…”
“Crissy, come on!” Molly whined, bouncing up and down in frustration. Something weird was happening in her stomach, this growing, tingling feeling she just couldn’t place.
“I don’t know. I kinda like you like this. All tied up and naked like a damsel in distress.”
Molly realized the tingling wasn’t just in her stomach. It was lower. For the hundredth time, she felt warmth rush to her face. Her nipples were starting to stand up, right where Crissy could see them.
“Crissy,” she whined, “Pleeeease.”
Crissy put her hands on her cocked hips and stared at Molly, smirking. Molly found she couldn’t meet that gaze, so she focused her attention on those hip bones, that bluebird tattoo. This was another kind of weird. She’d seen Crissy naked a hundred times in the locker room. But right here, in a sunny classroom where anyone could walk in? It was all wrong.
Crissy’d never stared at her like that before.
“Alright, come here,” said Crissy at long last. Obediently, Molly followed her to the back corner of the classroom away from the door, towards the teacher’s desk. Molly faced away from Crissy so she could begin working on those damn cords.
“You tied it awfully tight,” she said.
“It’s called method acting
,” said Crissy, giving Molly’s wrists a little tug.
Crissy has me tied up naked in a classroom, Molly thought, over and over again. Totally helpless. Here where anyone can see.
That tingling was distracting. All though her midsection.
“Ugh, I can’t get these knots,” said Crissy. “C’mere.”
Suddenly, Molly felt herself pushed down onto the teacher’s desk. Her gradually hardening nipples rubbed against the papers that had been left upon it.
“Crissy!” she gasped.
“Shush,” said Crissy, giving Molly a light slap on the butt.
Molly’s hips wiggled. “Ooh!” she said. Crissy slapped her again.
“Stooooop!” she whined, laughing a little. This is so wrong, this is so wrong, this is so wrong…
“Stop what?” said Crissy, spanking her a little harder. Reflexively, Molly’s fingers wriggled. She crooked one knee. She couldn’t protect her exposed ass, couldn’t even rise off the desk with Crissy holding her down.
“Crissy, please!”
“Please what?”
“We can’t do this here!”
“Do what?”
The tingling was incredible. She could feel it in her whole body. Crissy spanked her again and Molly’s noise had a note of pleasure in it.
A pause. Silence. Molly clamped up, mortified. She buried her face in the desk. Her heart pounded.
Slowly, she felt Crissy’s slender fingers run up and down her back, scratching, rubbing, massaging. She felt her right hand run down her arm to her bound wrists, down across one buttock, rubbing it. Over her hip. Around the front. She shivered. It tickled. She felt so incredibly sensitive, every nerve ending was on fire from adrenaline. Crissy’s hand slid over to her midsection. Down to her pussy. Molly was breathing open-mouthed by the time Crissy’s fingers finally started teasing her mound.
Nothing mattered more than that hand. All thoughts of being discovered, getting in trouble, getting seen, getting photographed, all of it was gone. Molly writhed, bent over the desk, in helpless pleasure. Her hair, still a bit damp, fell into her eyes. She didn’t care. Small sounds escaped her. Then Crissy spanked her again with her other hand, and the sounds became big.
Molly felt cool wetness on her legs, drawn out by Crissy’s fingers. Another slap on the ass. She tried to get up but Crissy held her down. “You’re my prisoner,” Crissy had said when she first tied Molly up for the pictures. Molly sure felt like it now.
She was loving it.
Molly was not a girl who came easily. Not until now. She felt an orgasm rising up inside her, like a tidal wave, impossible to stop. Her moans became louder, more pleading. She writhed back and forth, eyes closed tight, and felt her hard nipples rub against the smooth, cold desk. This is it, she thought over and over again. This is it, oh god, this is it, this is it, this is-
Crissy stopped. A thin, angry whine escaped Molly as she felt her orgasm receding. A quick spank brought it closer, but not close enough.
Roughly, Crissy yanked Molly back to her feet and spun her around. She pressed her mouth onto Molly’s and Molly’s eyes fluttered in pleasure. She tasted like mint toothpaste. Their tongues teased each other through nervous smiles. Molly wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab those perked up breasts but she couldn’t. Crissy grabbed hers instead, massaging them, teasing her rock hard nipples.
Molly felt her ass rest against the rounded edge of the desk. Crissy’s hands slid down her hips, over her ass, to her legs, pushing Molly back so she sat down on wood. Crissy began kissing her way down Molly’s neck. Her tongue worked on a nipple and Molly shuddered as if electrocuted. “OHHhhhh…” she murmured, trying to remember how to breath.
Crissy kissed her way lower. Down over Molly’s navel, down her stomach, down towards her pussy. Molly propped herself up with her bound hands and spread her legs so Crissy could get to work. “Ah, ah, AH!” she whispered as Crissy’s tongue began to tease her, first on the outside, then in.
It hadn’t been so long ago that Molly was standing, clothed in a volleyball uniform, walking through the hallways, psyching herself up about a calendar shoot. First she’d lost her inhibitions. Then her clothes. Then her freedom of arm movement. Next she’d lost her safety, her dignity, and her friends. It had been a weird afternoon.
Now she was losing self-control. Fear, anger, confusion, it was all melting away. Crissy’s tongue was pushing her out of herself. Owning her. She couldn’t do anything but shudder and moan.
The orgasm came suddenly, like a fire alarm. She felt she must have screamed just as loud as one. It was a long, breathy wail that tapered off into a whine. Her head drooped backwards so she stared up at the ceiling lights and tried to put her brain back together.
Oh, sprinklers, she thought vaguely. They didn’t go off.
When she found herself again, Crissy had a hand on the back of her neck, staring into her eyes and smiling. Their foreheads rested together. Crissy planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, her mouth.
“Feeling alright, sweetheart?” she whispered.
“Ohhhh, you bitch…”
Crissy smiled. She had a pair of scissors in her hand. Molly leaned over sideways so Crissy could cut her bonds. Finally, her wrists were free. She rubbed them, admiring the red marks they’d left in her skin.
Reality was creeping its way back in. Molly wasn’t feeling free anymore. She was feeling naked in a classroom, her bare ass resting on a teacher’s desk. Gingerly, she pushed herself back to her feet.
“We should go,” she said, rubbing her hair out of her eyes.
“Yeah,” said Crissy, casting an eye towards the door. “One problem.
“Yeah?”
“Fire department. I just saw them go by.”
“Fuck.”
Getting rescued while naked by a bunch of muscly firemen had a certain fantastic air to it, Molly felt. But she didn’t feel like risking it. All she wanted was to take Crissy home and fuck her brains out.
“How are we getting out of here?”
Crissy had a weird smile on her face.
“Window?”
“We don’t have clothes!”
“Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Where are we going to go?”
Crissy leaned forward (mint toothpaste) and nibbled Molly’s ear. She shuddered. “My place or yours?” Crissy whispered.
“Mine’s closer.”
***
Beth sat on the back of the firetruck, wearing only in a crinkly space blanket, sipping hot cocoa and staring across the street at the school. What a fucking day, she thought to herself. A few hours ago she’d been freaking out about bio lab, and now she’d been buck nude for half the student body. Already, the girls’ naked journey through the school was becoming the stuff of legend. One of the paramedics had let her borrow a phone for a minute. There weren’t any pictures online yet, just a lot of descriptive Tweets.
She was finding more and more that she didn’t care. Maybe she was tired, maybe she didn’t have any fucks to give. She’d be done with high school in a month anyway. There were worse ways to leave a mark.
The other girls didn’t seem to feel that way. Jessica had already been picked up by her mom. The EMT’s had let her keep the space blanket for the car ride home. Kari had gotten a ride home with some friends. She was still wearing that guy’s fucked up hoodie when Beth had seen her stumble into the car, still nervously jabbering. Beth worried about Molly and Crissy. No one had seen them since they disappeared in the stairwell.
God, the stairwell. That had been a shitshow. Molly and Crissy had disappeared just in time, as it turned out. A bottleneck had formed just after they left, and the students were trapped in the stairway. It was only for a little while, but it had felt like hours being stuck there. Being naked and pressed into the back of a very clearly aroused young man hadn’t helped matters.
Eventually, firemen appeared. A dark Latino guy in full uniform appeared at the base of the stairs and be
gan shouting orders at the students to get the crowd moving again. When the naked girls had gotten to the door, he stopped them.
“Miss, are you okay? Do you need help, miss?”
Beth, soaking wet and on the verge of tears, with a large tit barely covered in each hand, found herself smiling a little bit. He was cute, she was naked, and he was going to rescue her. Her stomach had fluttered a bit. It was like something out of a bad porno.
“Please,” she’d said. That was all it took. Effortlessly he scooped her up and cradled her, and began carrying her down the hall. Other firefighters were scooping up the other girls too. Joon was wriggling in protest but it was no good. They must think we’re hysterical, thought Beth. They’re not totally wrong.
And so it was that Beth found herself being carried the last leg of her weird journey out the front door of the school, naked and wrapped in the beefy, fire-retardant arms of a hunky fireman. He’d carried her all the way to the firetruck, asked her again if she was okay, and then an EMT had blanketed her and her savior disappeared. And then someone had brought her cocoa, which she sipped, as she watched the crowd of students in front of the school shrink and shrink.
Classes had been canceled for the rest of the day, the official order was to go home. Beth could see a few curious faces cast their eyes over at her. Head home, boys. Show’s over. I’m wearing a burka every day for the rest of the semester.
“I can’t believe we did that!” said Joon, a little too loudly, right in Beth’s ear. Beth had almost forgotten she was still there. Joon was wrapped in a space blanket, same as Beth. It crinkled like crazy as Joon fidgeted.
“Yep. Uh-huh.”
“I mean, everyone saw us! Everyone!”
Why must you narrate things? thought Beth, sipping more cocoa.
“Do you think Molly and Crissy are alright?”
That was a worry. They’d been spared the stairwell. Anything could have happened to them after that. Apparently the fire damage to the school was minimal, it had mostly stayed in the photography studio. There was no chance they’d been hurt by fire or smoke. But a lot can go wrong for two naked girls in a crazy high school. Especially when one of them was tied up….