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

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

... underneath. Even if they did split the outfit, she knew that her friend was far too small for any of the girl's clothes to fit her.

"Do you have anything less tight?"

Monica thought for a second, then concluded.

"My brother and I went swimming a few weeks ago and he left his stuff in my car's trunk!" She remembered. "He's not as big as you, but he's bigger than me!"

"Wait, it's like, April." Sylvia did some math in her head. "How were you two swimming a few weeks ago? None of the pools are even open yet."

"Okay well, maybe I got the math a bit wrong." Monica shook her head. "It was last summer, though."

Sylvia shuddered at the thought of wearing clothes that had been sitting in Monica's car for almost a year. The girl was extremely messy and disorganized, and her car always had a rank smell to it. But smelly clothes were better than none, so she agreed.

"Ah, before we go!" Monica stopped before opening the door. "Take these."

The shorter girl bend down and removed her shoes, then her socks, then put her shoes back on. She handed her nearly-naked friend the pair of grayish socks that were surely white when they were first bought. Nevertheless, Sylvia was extremely grateful that she wouldn't be walking across the school's parking lot barefoot.

The duo made their way across the back of the school, careful to avoid the windows of classrooms while also making an effort not to walk too close to the roads nearby and getting spotted by a passing car. ...

... Maybe a few daydreaming students would see her in her towel, but they were far enough away that no important details could be seen. It might even look like a tasteless dress.

But then there was a rumbling behind them as a topless jeep pulled up, loud rock music blasting. It came to an idle just behind the two of them as a figure leaned out of the passenger side.

"Oh. My. God." A familiar voice said.

"Elizabeth!" Sylvia shouted. "Give my clothes back!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The blonde girl said, she took a sip of some creamy drink from the cupholder next to her.

"You evil bitch! I know you stole them." Sylvia pointed a finger at her, clutching her towel tightly with the other.

"Well geez, now I wouldn't give them to you even if I had them." She set her drink down.

Another figure leaned forward from the driver's side. It was some dumb himbo with hardly any expression beneath his mono-brow.

"Whoa." He mumbled. "That dress looks like a towel."

Sylvia wondered if he was being coy or stupid, but decided not to think about it.

"Just hand them over and I won't report that you broke into my locker." Sylvia yelled. "I want my phone back as well!"

"Oh, poor stupid girl." She waved a wrist dismissively. "You simply cannot blame me for all of your problems."

"Elizabeth! I know you have them!"

"I don't have your clothes. But I'll tell you what I do have." She pointed forward. Sylvia looked at where her finger was indicating before ...