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

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

... of her cover but she tried to ignore the leering voices.

"Lucky you!" Monica said as she retrieved a wad of clothes. "My brother left some shoes in here, too."

Sylvia grabbed at the clothing like a starving animal reaching for food and nearly choked on the smell.

"Yeah, sorry." Monica was about to close the trunk, but upon seeing that it was one of the few things blocking the baseball team from seeing her friend, held it open a while longer. "I think some food got spilled on it at some point so it probably smells like ham and cheese."

"It's better than nothing." Sylvia said, pulling the shirt down over her chest. "I can put up with the smell for a bit longer."

Monica shut the trunk as Sylvia pulled her new shoes on. Monica's brother had bigger feet than she did, so there was a bit of wiggle room, but as long as she didn't try to run again it would be alright. The pants she wore were a pair of athletic shorts that were a bit form-fitting in their tightness. She could feel her butt squeezing out of the back while there was ample room near the front that went unused. Men's clothes really were different.

Her top was a sleeveless white T-shirt. The fact that her brother didn't wear a bra meant that she had to do without one and there were clear dark circles where her nipples stuck out. That, and from the side there was a clear glimpse of her bare breasts, especially if she lifted her arms at all. She'd have to remember not to do that.

The walk back to ...

... school was an awkward one as Sylvia tried to get used to the airy feeling of not wearing panties. Somehow, it felt even more 'loose' than when she had made this same walk naked. A disappointed troupe of baseball players were being yelled at by their coach, who seemed to be giving the lecture without removing the whistle from his mouth first.

She only heard every few words but could make out "...naked woman." and "...dumbest excuse I've ever..."

Her feet rattled in the oversized shoes, still a bit sore from the run earlier.

"Do you want your socks back?" Sylvia asked.

"Oh, right." Monica replied "You keep 'em for now. I'm just gonna take off my shoes when I get to class and let my feet breathe."

Sylvia pitied whoever had to sit next to her while that was happening. Monica was the type to believe that you only had to wash your armpits and between your legs, the rest would get washed out as the soap dripped down.

They arrived at the school after a few more minutes. Sylvia could feel the fabric of her shorts trying to invade some very personal space with no panties to ward them off from the attack, but tried to pay it no mind. She'd fixed the wedgie too many times on the way down, only for it to immediately re-form after a few more steps.

"Welp," Monica started "Someone at the front office called me outta class, so I've got the rest of the block off."

"I've basically skipped all of third block, too." Sylvia replied. "I guess I'll just go to my last class, ...