**Caught in the Hallway**

The school was dead quiet after hours, just me lurking near the lockers—Dima, the nobody who always watched her. Lily. The way she strutted down the halls in that stupidly short skirt had my dick hard every single day, and today was no different. Except today, she wasn’t alone.

I pressed myself against the wall, breathing shallow as I heard them before I saw them. Soft giggles, the wet smack of lips, then his voice—deep, confident. Fucking Cody, the star quarterback who didn’t deserve her. But she was his now, and I was just the creep hiding in the shadows, my fingers already working under my waistband.

Lily’s uniform was barely holding together—the white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the curve of her tits, her skirt hiked up so high I could see the outline of her panties. No, not panties. A fucking thong. Dark against her pale thighs.

“You like that?” Cody growled, his hands groping her ass as he backed her against the lockers.

“Mmhm,” Lily whimpered, arching into him.

I could see everything. The way her nipples tightened under the thin fabric, the way her legs parted as he shoved his knee between them. My cock was fully hard now, my palm rubbing slow over the head, pre-cum smearing under my thumb. Pathetic. But I couldn’t stop.

Cody’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, yanking it down just enough to expose her ass. My breath hitched. Her thong was lace, sheer black, hugging her pussy so tight I could see the faintest hint of pink.

“Fuck,” Cody groaned, squeezing her cheeks. “You wear this shit just to tease me?”

Lily smirked, rocking her hips. “Maybe.”

He didn’t waste time. His hand slid around front, fingers dipping under the thin fabric. I could see them pressing into her, disappearing inside. Lily gasped, her head falling back against the locker.

“Shit, you’re soaked,” Cody muttered, fingers working her faster.

I matched his rhythm with my fist, stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. My free hand clutched at my stomach, imagining it was me touching her, making her whimper like that. But it wasn’t. It would never be.

Cody pulled his fingers free, glistening, and shoved them into Lily’s mouth. She sucked them clean, moaning around his digits, eyes fluttering shut.

“You want my dick?” he asked, already undoing his jeans.

“Yes,” she breathed.

I watched, transfixed, as he pulled his cock out—thick, heavy, already leaking. He spat into his palm, slicked himself up, then pressed the head against her pussy. Lily whimpered, gripping his shoulders as he pushed inside.

The sound she made—fuck. High-pitched, needy, her back arching off the lockers. I stroked faster, my own cock throbbing as he bottomed out inside her, her skirt still half-on, her blouse open, her perfect tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Cody grunted, hands tight on her hips, slamming her back onto him.

Lily’s moans turned ragged, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. “Oh god—oh god, yes!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My balls tightened, heat coiling low in my gut. I bit my lip to keep quiet as I came, spurting over my fist, imagining it was her pussy clenching around me instead of him.

Cody groaned, his hips jerking. “Gonna fill you up.”

Lily let out a broken cry as he came, her body trembling, her own orgasm wracking through her. I slumped against the wall, spent and ashamed, watching as they kissed lazily, his cock still buried inside her.

Eventually, they pulled apart. Lily straightened her skirt, flushed and satisfied. Cody zipped up, smirking like he owned the world.

Neither of them even glanced in my direction.

I tucked my sticky dick back into my pants and slipped away, just another ghost in the hallway.