"Shit," Tiffany cursed, suddenly. He was still in a bit of a stupor over the experience, but she had the presence of mind to grab the discarded clothes and pull him under the desk. It wasn't a very big space, and they ended up pressed against each other in it, trying not to get caught as someone came in.
It seemed to be the janitor, emptying the wastebaskets. Fortunately, they just emptied the basket and left, leaving the room as quickly as they arrived.
"That was close..." Tiffany whispered. "I just..." she crawled out from under the desk and started to get dressed. "I just wanted our first time to be...amazing..."
First time...well that was useful intelligence. "It was..." he said. "But...maybe we could....work up to it," he said.
She laughed. "That's why I love you, Jon. you are just...such a sweet guy."
He started to pull up his pants, still feeling a bit uncomfortable...after all, he'd been about to explode....and the fear had been like a cold shower. For a moment there, he had been caught up in the moment, but now...He noticed something had fallen on the floor. It was a condom. He grabbed it. At least this Tiffany was planning against surprise pregnancy, something the original Tiffany hadn't been.
"Will you walk me home?" She asked.
"Sure," he said.
After using the Principal's private washroom to make sure they were presentable, they snuck into the hallway, and then started heading out. "Do you think anyone is in the building?" He asked.
"Probably just the janitor...maybe someone is working late, but I think most people are gone," she said, holding onto his arm.
