He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Her nervousness was palpable, her eyes in constant motion, studying everything around for signs of movement. The hand is pressed to the bare foot, sliding up and down.

“I can't believe I'm doing this again ...” she whispered. He could not tell whether she was talking to him or to herself.

It was not the same. Previously, he was not sure where the limits of her imagination. But this time, all she knew was that they were looking for a place for sex. He stopped abruptly.

- What? She asked uncertainly.

“I want to check how wet you are,” he said, and put his hand between her legs, inserting his fingers into her slippery vagina.

- Charlie! - She choked with surprise, but did not stop him, caressing her in the middle of the corridor. Her eyes darted back and forth in fear of the appearance of unexpected observers. He noticed that despite her fear, she spread her legs wider.

He leaned over and kissed her, continuing to stroke between her legs. She grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him when he pressed his finger on the clitoris. He could hardly believe that she had surrendered before his touch. Just a few days ago, she walked past him along the same corridor, as if she did not know him. Now she was naked, and he could touch her where he wanted. He could press her against the wall and have sex, and undoubtedly she would allow it.

“Let's go,” he said, taking her hand again. He felt her juices on his fingers. They walked along the corridor, and perhaps he reminded her that there was no need to restrain herself, because her hand, which had stroked the upper part of her thigh before, was now between her legs.

They reached the corridor that led to the dining room. Charlie turned in that direction. It was a wide corridor with a bulletin board on the left, on which leaflets and posters were hung. The only doors in the corridor were on the right, right in front of the dining room, two brown doors with symbols for boys and girls. Glass doors led to the dining room, and through them one could see empty tables inside.

“It must be closed here,” said Michelle, and when they tried to open the doors, the left was locked. But the right one was open.

For a moment, Charlie paused, holding the door. It seemed to him that he was trembling with fear, and he wanted to ask her again if she wanted to put on her clothes. Perhaps putting additional emphasis on this, warning. She REALLY doesn't want to get dressed, is it REALLY not a good thought? Because there are REALLY high chances of being caught? But she had already slipped through the open door, and pulled his hand into the empty dining room.

The issuing area was sealed with a lowered metal barrier that was locked, so they had access only to rows of empty tables. Michelle stopped and looked at him: “Isn't it too crazy to do this in the dining room?” She breathed.

He wanted. The way she looked at him made his heart beat. He was close to grabbing her and pushing her onto one of the empty tables. But he restrained himself.

“Not yet,” he said. “Come with me first.”

- It's still day there ...

“There was a day when you folded your clothes in the window of my car,” he pulled her hand. - Let's go to.

They approached the silver door with the words "EXIT". Charlie pushed her. A warm breeze burst inside.

- Do you have the keys? - Michelle asked, leaving behind him, - Because if the door closes ...

And she fell silent. Daryl stood outside, leaning on one of the tables, half-full Pepsi was standing nearby. He looked up to see who was leaving, and looked again when he saw Michel. Michelle froze in place.Her hand tightly gripped Charlie’s hand, nails cutting into his skin.

Daryl straightened and stared at her. His eyes slid up and down her naked body. He opened his mouth to say something, but could not find the words.

Charlie turned to Michelle, looking at her like Daryl, as if for the first time. She stood perfectly still, too shaken to even think about covering herself with her hands. Her perfect body was completely in sight. Eyes wide open. She almost seemed to stop breathing.

Charlie smiles, as usual, acting as if this situation was completely normal.

“Hello, Daryl,” he greeted the guard. - We agreed that I should introduce my girlfriend, right? This is Michelle. Michelle, have you met Daryl yet?

“... no ...” Michelle's voice was barely audible.

- Michel, this is Daryl, he works as a security guard at this school already ... how much? Fifteen years, right? Daryl, this is Michelle. My girlfriend. She is the head of the support team. You may have seen her before when she came to school on weekends.

Daryl quickly overcame the initial shock and now tried his best not to smile. He accepted the game and the need to behave as if everything was normal: - Hi, Michel. Pleased to meet you, - he stretched out his hand to press her.

Michelle automatically raised her hand. Then she froze and shuddered. Charlie remembered that she touched herself between her legs, her fingers were in her juice and smell.

Unable to resist, he said: - Michelle does not shake hands, she embraces.

Daryl raised his eyebrows, and Charlie waited for Michelle to look at him, but she did not. Instead, she took a deep breath and spread her arms. She took a step toward Daryl and hugged him tightly, hugging him. Daryl looked bewildered. After a moment, he hugged her, slightly approaching his palms to her bare back, as if afraid to touch her.

Michelle released the stunned guard and retreated, standing next to Charlie and taking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Daryl,” she said.

Daryl shook his head incredulously and laughed: “Damn it,” he smiled at Michel. “Charlie is a happy guy, I told him that he should go and find a woman for himself.” I must say, I did not expect that he would find at least half as beautiful as you.

“Thank you,” said Michelle shyly. - I really like Charlie, for him I am ready for anything.

“I think so,” Daryl's eyes went back to her body.

Feeling reckless, Charlie said: - We are going to the sports complex. Do you mind? Michelle has a key, - he squeezed her hand. - I thought to bring her there and have sex with her there.

Michelle's eyes darted to him after this directness. She flinched as Daryl glanced at her. But she did not deny anything and protest against this statement.

“You know what ...” Daryl said slowly, “I didn't hear that.” In fact, I did not see you at all. I'm going to go back to patrol. I will check everything really carefully and slowly, and the last place I’m going to check is the sports complex. Good? - he met his eyes with Charlie to make him understand that he is serious, - So that you will not be there when I get there. Good?

“Good,” Charlie prayed that he hadn't gone too far.

“Nice to meet you, Michel,” Daryl said.

Michelle let go of Charlie's hand. “Goodbye, Daryl.” It was nice to meet, - she slipped to the guard, again tightly hugging him. This time she lifted her head and pressed her lips to Daryl’s lips, hugging him. He was clearly surprised, but happily returned her kiss. This time his hands were not so cautious, slipping on her back and reaching her bare ass.

Michelle slipped out of Daryl's arms and stepped back to Charlie, again taking his hand. She stood quietly with the other hand behind her back, left thigh forward. Her wide eyes blinked deliberately carefree when she looked at Daryl, as if offering to decide if what she had just done was anything other than a normal farewell.

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