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

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

... likely knew she'd pull her phone out as soon as she left the room, but as long as he didn't see it, it wasn't happening.

Sylvia crouched low to keep her breasts covered, but she made it look like she was bent over forward so as not to block the view of the other students.

Outside the classroom, she readied her phone once again. The earlier message about her mom's yoga clothes was still there, so she simply hit send and let it go through.

Sylvia sighed. She was sweaty, she realized. Running around outside in the nude and then trying to keep herself protected during class may have done that. Well, that and the teasing around she had done with Lucas. She thought back to the moment where he tore her shirt open, his bare fingers just barely grazing her bare chest, then pulling away so timidly. Her face was warm and she could still feel the spot that he touched.

She had done what she needed to do, but had told the teacher she'd be in the bathroom. It would probably do to actually walk down there, if only so when she returns later it would look like a reasonable time frame had passed. She could splash some water on her face while she was out.

The hallways were mostly empty this far back in the school. Sylvia had found a way to walk with one arm clutching the other, the staple 'timid girl who doesn't know what to do with her hands' look that could at once keep her shirt in place while also covering the tear.

She entered the bathroom and walked towards the ...

... mirror, the smell of smoke lingering in the air. Students sometimes came here for less virtuous purposes than texting their mothers, she supposed.

Her face was still wet as she heard one of the stalls close. Sylvia grabbed a few paper towels and patted her face dry, giving up on her make-up for that day. When she came to again, she saw an unfortunately familiar face between herself and the door.

"Well, looks like we meet again." Ivy said.

"Oh no." Sylvia muttered.

"Not happy to see me? After we shared such a romantic moment before?"

"Please let me by." Sylvia asked. She remembered that this girl liked hearing her own name. "...Ivy."

"As it stands, I don't think I will." The girl giggled. It drew a stark contrast between her voice and her appearance.

"You see, you just caught me smoking. And I could get in trouble for that. And you have every motivation to want me in trouble."

"I won't say anything. I just want to go."

"Can't let you do that." Ivy reached into her pocket and showed a pair of scissors. "We don't want you to get hurt, now. Do we?"

Sylvia gasped at the sight of the blade. She couldn't just run for it this time, lest she risk a more serious injury.

"What do you want?"

"I want insurance." The girl held out a hand. "Give me your panties and I'll say we're even."

"...What?" Sylvia was shocked.

"You give me your panties, I let you go free. Anyone finds out I was smoking, I tell them you're walking around without underwear." Ivy ...