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

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

... lunged towards Sylvia, giving her a great bear hug.

"Sorry, no hugging today. These pants are super ripped in the back." she told her friend.

"I'll just squeeze twice as hard, then!" Monica made good on her word before letting go.

"So what's this long story?" Lucas asked as Sylvia carefully sat down. "We've a few minutes before the bell."

Sylvia sighed and filled them in, sparing a few of the details as she didn't want to make herself look too bad.

"Ah, your Mom was so nice to take you here today." Lucas said, half sarcastically. "My mom probably would've just killed me the second I missed the bus."

"Do you wanna go to my car?" Monica offered. "I've got a spare pair of clothes in there."

"No thanks. If they're your clothes, I doubt they'd fit me."

It was true. Monica was about a head shorter than Sylvia and about three cup bra sizes smaller as well. Her short, unkempt brown hair was in a stark contrast to Sylvia's long black hair (although it was about as messy considering the morning she'd had). She took the comment in stride rather than as the insult it wasn't meant to be.

"But enough about my morning. Let's talk about something nice, like tonight." Sylvia changed the subject. "How're we feeling about playing prom?"

"Great!" Monica pumped a fist into the air.

"Nervous." Lucas stuttered.

But Lucas was always nervous. He had the eternal appearance of a starving mouse, glasses that made his eyes look bigger than they truly were and dirty ...

... brown hair that he kept combed to one side. He seemed to shake a bit whenever he had to answer a question in class and always had some kind of anxiety you could tell he was forcing down. Sylvia may not have had a biological younger brother, but she certainly had one in spirit.

"Do you think you're gonna win prom queen?" Monica had a glint in her eye, like she really believed it.

"Of course not. Elizabeth has it in the bag." Sylvia waved a hand dismissively.

"Ah, prom queen. Apparently this school's monarchy is something that can be bought and sold." Lucas kicked back. "How much do you think her daddy paid for it?"

The three laughed at the joke and the imagined misfortunes of their shared enemy as the bell rang. Sylvia sighed as she prepared for what was going to be a long day.

And then, another tear.

"Ohmygod! Your bra!" Monica gasped.

"Ah, no!" Sylvia looked at her bare shoulder and noticed the strap of her bra had ripped. Bits of fabric were connected to a hinge on the locker she had been leaning against.

"Shoot. I'm just gonna have to take it off."

"Take it... off, you just... ohhh." Lucas was flustered. "I'mgonnago."

He leaned into a fast walk and left the hallway. The rest of the students nearby also left to attend their first class, and as the hallway emptied, Sylvia decided to simply unhook her bra and slide it out from beneath her shirt right there.

"Somebody could've seen that!" Monica winced.

"Yeah, you." Sylvia teased. "I bet you're ...