The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... trying to act modest and still maintaining some composure - accomplishing neither.

"Why? I like this look better." She said. A twinkle formed in her shadow-cradled eyes as she looked Sylvia's nude body up and down.

A door slammed somewhere in the distance. She became aware that every second she spent talking to these delinquents was a second she risked even more people seeing her.

"Cut that out, come on!" Sylvia pleaded. The other girl only seemed to enjoy her squirming more.

"Does it really mean that much?" She held the towel up as if to hand it to the naked girl, but tugged it away when Sylvia leaned forward to get it. She had to uncover herself to maintain balance.

"Oooh, the curtain and drapes match." The eyes of all three goths made their way down to Sylvia's pubic hair. She hastily covered herself again.

"Come on. Black's a great color. What're you hiding all that for?"

Sylvia had had enough, but knew she wasn't in a position to argue.

"May I please have the towel back." Asking nicely was her only option other than sprinting down the halls naked.

"How much?" The girl tucked the towel under an arm, perhaps sensing that Sylvia was considering grabbing it and running.

"What? Do I look like I have anything on me?" Sylvia became aware that a few students had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold.

The other girl looked carefully at Sylvia's face and thought for a second.

"A kiss." She said.

"What?" Sylvia replied, ...

... shocked.

"Yep. Bend over and give me a kiss and I'll give you this old towel."

Sylvia thought for a second. More and more students were forming a semi circle around the naked girl and the goth trio. She didn't see any cameras out... yet. But the longer she waited the more likely that possibility arising was.

"Fine. Just one."

Sylvia took a step towards the black-clad girl, taking in a whiff of some kind of scent on the other. Was it cat? She was looking for any sort of sense to distract her from the situation. Her eyes closed in on the black, unevenly applied lipstick beneath her nose.

"Ah! No." The girl stopped her. "Not there."

"What?" Sylvia's eyes disconnected from the girl's lips. "Then wh-"

"Here." The girl stood up. She undid the belt around her pants and flipped down the front of her panties. "Right below the belly button."

She started to crouch down.

"Oh man!" Somebody behind her yelled.

"She's not really gonna do that, is she?"

It was almost impossible to crouch low while covering herself with her hands, and Sylvia had to expose herself to keep balanced. The other girl stepped forwards, looking down at her.

"Well, get on." She said. "Unless you want a bigger crowd, first."

Sylvia groaned. There was no other choice. She closed her eyes and leaned forward until she felt warmth against her face - the other girl's womb was right in front of her. She stuck out her lips awkwardly, she'd had very little experience with kissing, let alone ...