I was fine with that interpretation as long as it kept them down there a while longer. I stomped down again, heard a soft crack, and felt my weight sh...ft subtly. I used my arms and swung up onto the next highest branch, giving the rabble below a glimpse of forbidden territory. I repeated the same 'dance', until that branch also started to crack. Again and again I did the same thing, climbing higher with each step, until I was a good fifteen feet higher than where I'd started. The show was. I keep walking until I see a silhouette in the distance. I get closer only to realize that it is Shawn. “Shawn! I haven’t seen you since Prom Night! How are you?” I ask him. He has a sinister look in his eyes, like he means trouble and is in search of revenge. “How have I been since you left me at the prom for your brother? Since you made me the laughing stock of the senior class? Well, honestly, sweetheart, I’ve felt like shit because I liked you, and I have liked you for a while. I asked you. My hand slowly ran down the side of my body to my trouser line and then made the plunge down into my panties. I let out a small moan. I heard the toilets door swing open. I looked up. The grafitti on the cubicle walls was brought to my attention. Many cocks and “…… is a slut” etc. I followed the “artwork” around the cubicle until I came to something I really should have noticed before now. A large hole cut in the left hand wall of the cubicle leading into the next cubicle down. “Holy fuck!” I. A little more clothed than I was used to but just as breathtaking. She'd obviously seen me first and was giving me an incredibly sexy and seductive smile, a hungry smile. My cock twitched and I wondered if she could really make me cum by just looking at me. As I walked over I could see her mentally undressing me, smiling, I wondered if she could make out the bulge in my pants from there. I was doing the same of course, wondering what skimpy underwear she had on under that relatively modest.