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

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

... jealous I can do that without taking off my shirt."

"Yeah- no- yeah- I mean." Monica stuttered. "Shut up."

The two left the hallway and went to class together, Sylvia careful to keep her bag behind her the whole way. She may have gotten a few odd looks here and there because of how she was walking (her arms sort of gave away the fact that she was hiding something) but it was better than flashing everybody behind her. Her breasts bounced boobily without a bra on, but the shirt was loose enough to ensure that there wasn't any obvious outline of a nipple.

She was early to her first class, eager to sit down on her torn tights before anybody else could see what color underwear she had on. She got out all her notes and flipped the textbook to the page on the board, noticing that considerably fewer pages were assigned than usual.

The teacher, Mr. Geraldo, explained that this was due to it being Prom Friday. He knew that nobody would be paying full attention so he only included a half lesson (although with his monotone voice, it wasn't as though students would be paying much attention anyway). Little niceties like this warmed her heart, making the day just a little bit better considering how awful the start was.

She was slow to leave the class when the bell rang, making a show out of carefully gathering up all her materials so she wouldn't be the first out of class, her butt exposed to everybody who was still seated.

But the walk to gym class wasn't great. By now, ...

... the tear had grown to cover most of the back, only the elastic was holding the fabric in place at the top while the bottom seam was slowly working it's way down to her crotch. Sylvia's bag was no longer enough to keep everything covered; The giggles from behind her as she walked the hallway made that clear.

But Gym class started a new opportunity. Her gym uniform would make for a more appropriate covering to get her through the rest of the day - sure it wasn't remotely fashionable, but it wasn't an unusual article to wear to class. And if she had to choose between loose basketball shorts and a rapidly falling-apart pair of workout tights, she'd happily take the former. As Sylvia put her old outfit into her locker, she made a mental note to apologize to her Mom when she got home. Although it was probably for the best. If the tights were that worn out, they'd probably end up coming apart during her mother's next workout. If anything, her mom should be the one to thank her.

She stepped out into the gymnasium to prepare a few warm-up stretches Coach Reagan was guiding everybody through. It felt strange to do any sort of movement without a bra on and she could tell that a few of the guys in the class were glancing over at her. But it was difficult to count if she was getting any more sideways glances than on a typical day. Sylvia was aware of the effect her body had on boys. The stares made her uncomfortable at first, but she eventually learned to ignore them, largely out of ...