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Lily is nowhere to be found when you return to the hallway. Typical. She probably caught a whiff of some other bitch passing by, got distracted, and went running to hit on her. You marvel at the sheer nerve it takes for her to call <span class="mu-i">you</span> the slut here. It's a real case of the pot calling the kettle b-- um. Well, it really takes some balls to-- she's got a lot of nerve, anyway. The fucking buttbaby.
You pass through the hall and make your way towards the double-wide stairway at the far end -- the kind ubiquitous in schools the world over, that are engineered to accommodate four lanes of pedestrian traffic. It's creepy navigating such a space by yourself, and whatever Great Value imitation linoleum they paved these stairs with is mental torture to walk over. Just the way the material adheres to your sole with every step and makes a weird peeling noise when you lift your shoe again. It gives you serious shudders. A private school should be able to afford better, surely.
This is the thought obsessing your brain as you round the windowed landing on your way to the ground level. So you don't see Lily approaching like a blur from the corner. She grabs you, pushes you back, and gets your wrists pinned against the sun-warmed glass.
"Got you," she whispers.
You can't think of anything to say.
She sniffs the air between your neck and shoulder. Her nose is close enough that the rush of air tickles you. "Don't smell dick on you. That's good."
"You want to get off of me?" You grunt. "Someone could walk by."
"You said you wanted to do it in the stairwell."
"I thought you were speaking... you know, metaphorically." You writhe as she sucks on your neck.
"Make me stop if you want me to stop," she whispers. She starts grinding on you. You can feel the seam of her jeans rubbing against your knee.
"You seriously want Mr. S to see this?" You demand.
This gives her pause. But she's too horned-up to care about the risks, even that one. "Right here. Right now." She starts grinding on you again.
[ ] Right here. Right now.
[ ] Drag her home. At least there, if you get caught, you won't become registered sex offenders.
[ ] Doing it in public is fun, but somewhere less exposed. Maybe Summer could help you find a spot.
