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top of her.  She turned her head to the side, shutting her eyes, gasping for air.  He buried his face in her shoulder, trying to regain control.
    Tim swallowed hard, h er tight, swollen genitalia, damp and stretched achingly around his softening staff, was relaxing around him, softening.  Her folds of secretive skin quivered as he withdrew partially.
    “ Hey, who’s in there!” A voice yelled.  Amanda was so startled; she almost let out a loud gasp.  Tim’s mouth caught hers with his, and it died.  Neither said a word.  The light shut off, and Tim could feel her heart pumping hard from adrenaline, right through her chest.  He pulled out, and she closed her legs, rolling onto her side.  She was more tired than before, and she wanted to fall asleep right there.
    “C’mon.  We’ve got to get out of here.”  He slid off the table, pulling his boxers back on, and then his jeans.
    “Aw Jesus.  If it would’ve been in my bedroom, we wouldn’t have to worry about this.”  She muttered, trying to do her bra.  Still in shock of the intruder, she struggled.  Tim fastened the bra for her.  She pulled on the beige sweater, the knitting hanging loose from her body.  He pulled on his own shirt, and was tying his sneakers as she did her jeans up.  She slipped on her socks and shoes, Tim watching her. 
    She finished and stood up, and he planted a kiss tenderly on her lips.  He had been so gentle.  So slow and methodical.  So tender.  He bent over and picked up his bag as she giggled.  He hushed her as they crept towards the door as silently as possible.  He tried the door and it wouldn’t open.
    Shit!”  He muttered, his arm moving to his mouth to muffle his foul words.
    “It won’t open?”  Amanda whispered.
    “No.”
    “What about the back door?”  She suggested.
    “The fire alarm’ll go off.”  He whispered.
    “Perfect.”  She whispered.  If they were caught, Tim would be off the team.
    “Someone’s coming.”  Tim’s voice was panicked, his eyes sweeping the room for an exit.
    “The window.”  Tim pointed.  They scurried over.  It was open to let fresh air circulate.  He pushed the screen out and then lifted himself up.  Amanda shoved his bag up to him.  The light flipped on. Quickly, she ducked behind the equipment, holding her breath and staying still.
    “Who’s there?”  A man’s voice yelled.  Silence.  Tim gave a pained look.  “I said who’s there!”  The man demanded.  Amanda’s eyes looked up to Tim’s.  He held a finger to his lips as she crouched lower.  The man left, the light flipped off, and she sighed.  Standing, she brushed herself off.
    “C’mon!”  He hissed urgently.  Giggling softly, she hurried to the window.  Tim went out first, and then she raised her arms to the sill, her fingers grabbing the sharp metal.  Her muscles were put to the extreme as she raised herself up.  Her knees kissed the wall, her feet slapping the cement.  He grabbed her elbows and heaved her up as she struggled out, lifting her onto the grass.  They collapsed on the soft green, lying on their backs, staring at the sky.  Amanda began laughing.  Tim propped himself up on an elbow, focusing on her shadowy figure.  It was hard to see at half past twilight.
    “Oh God.”  She laughed, rolling onto her stomach.  She was giddy and excited, as she tried to contain her giggles.  Her body shook.
    What?”  He gave her a wry smile.
    “Oh nothing.”  She replied airily.  He raised himself to his knees, making a grab for her. 
    “What?”  He tickled her, grinning.  She shrieked, kicking her legs and giggling.
    “Okay, I give, I give!”  She stilled herself, sighing.  He bent his head down, his soft hair falling in his eyes.  She brushed aside the locks and strands of hair that fell against his forehead.  His lips brushed against hers lightly, lingering.  She laughed once again.  “Wow, I feel like I’m in 8th grade.  Sneaking around,