Partially inspired by my own time at university, this is the story of two friends who embark on a series of increasingly daring adventures. Any comments or feedback are much appreciated, hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Three - Getting Caught
'Someone's coming up this way!' Holly scampered back to Jericho and gazed imploringly into his eyes. 'What the fuck do we do now,' she hissed.
Jericho was torn, he genuinely felt a bit guilty as he looked at his naked friend hunched over, her hands clasped across her body. He didn't want her to be seen, that was too much, but at the same time the thrill was in the danger of being caught and he knew that she enjoyed that. 'Ok quick, get back in here.' It was either back to the laundry room or into one of the two flats on that floor, and although it was a dead end at least they knew the former was still empty. 'You first!' In a flash Holly was past him and literally kicking the door open, keeping her arms tight to her chest. Jericho nipped in behind her, his heart beating in his chest.
'Fuck Jericho man, shit. I told you we'd get caught.' Holly stood and turned to face him, her cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and adrenaline.
'Its fine, no one saw you.' Jericho was about to start placating her when they both froze and swivelled their heads towards the door - outside there was the muffled sound of two voices approaching them. 'Shit they're coming.' Jericho glanced around the room but knew it was no good, he'd been too thorough earlier and there really were no clothes for Holly to chuck on.
'Jay!'
'Hide here.' Jericho grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall next to the door. 'I'll get rid of them, be quiet.' Holly pressed her back to the rough plaster and covered her face with her hands in panic, she couldn't believe what was about to happen. As the door swung open she had to clasp her fingers over her mouth to stop herself from gasping out, and wide eyed she waited to see what Jericho would do. He turned to face the two men who had just entered and smiled faintly. 'Oh hi guys,' he said, trying to sound chilled. 'Sorry I just filled up the last machine, you'll have to come back later.'
'Oh no worries,' the guys gestured to their empty bags. 'We're just here to get our stuff from the dryer.'
Well, thought Jericho, that didn't work. He glanced to the side and saw Holly shaking her head furiously at him, her lips still fastened tight shut, her elbows tucked in to cover her breasts and her legs slightly bent. Only the opened door shielded her nakedness from the two inconvenient visitors, both of whom moved a step further through the doorway. Instinctively Jericho leapt over to angle his body to hide Holly behind him, and as he did so he ushered the guys towards the dyers at the far end of the room. 'Oh, those are your clothes? The girl before me said there was a problem though, apparently the machines haven't been working this afternoon, her stuff was all wet...' The three of them walked past Holly as Jericho hung slightly back but kept guiding them along, desperately hoping they didn't look behind them for any reason.
'Really, you sure?' The guys opened the doors and began to rummage around the contents inside, feeling for any dampness. 'Nah bro, seem ok to me.'
'Oh ok great, they must be working now, weird.' Jericho shrugged and turned to leave. Stuffing their clothes into their bags one of the boys turned back to see him go. 'Thanks for the heads up though.'
'No problem.' To his relief Jericho saw that Holly's spot was now empty, and he pulled open the door and once again left the laundry room. She must have realised she only had a tiny window of opportunity to run out, and as they checked the washing she had managed to silently get away. Where the hell was she now though? Jericho hurriedly jogged over to the first flat's hallway and looked down it's length, but no one was about. The second one was empty too, so he rushed to the staircase and quickly headed back down. He imagined his naked friend running down these very steps, clutching her jiggling boobs, praying that no one appeared to see her bare body run past. Reaching their corridor he went and knocked softly on Holly's door. 'Holly? Holly it's me.' There was no reply, and he looked up as Serena came along carrying a large bag of rubbish from the kitchen.
'I hate the bin rota,' she grumbled. 'I think Holly was off to do laundry if you're looking for her.'
Jericho realised he looked like an idiot standing out there alone, so he tried the door handle but it was locked. 'Holly, are you mad? I'm sorry. That was all my fault, I shouldn't have done that to you.'
What a jerk he was, he thought, why had he ruined her dressing gown like that... ohhh. Her room key was in her dressing gown wasn't it. She wasn't refusing to answer him, she wasn't in her room at all. Jericho left the bags at her door and rushed up the corridor. There's no way she'd risk the kitchen, his room was locked too, so if she was anywhere it would be the bathroom. Bursting in he looked around and saw that two of the stall doors were shut, and the room was misty with shower steam. He cleared his throat. 'Umm, anyone in here?' It was a stupid question but it worked. One of the doors cracked ajar and he saw Holly's face poke out.
'Jay, in here now.' She sounded pissed.
'Holly I'm so so sorry, are you ok, how did you get -' Jericho whispered as he walked over but was cut off as an arm reached and pulled him inside by his collar. Now it was Holly's turn to push him into the tiled wall of the small shower stall, then she fastened the latch, twisted and knelt in front of him.