The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 02

... naked girl from a safe distance.

"Go." Ivy said, slapping Sylvia on the butt.

She decided to take this advice to heart, sprinting to a turn in the hallway and opening a door that led outside.

The outdoor area was empty, though distant sounds of whistles and practice teams could be heard. She didn't want to wait around to see if the area would remain vacant, though, and she covered herself as she dashed towards the practice shed, the pavement rough beneath her bare feet.

Sylvia sighed in relief as she opened the door to a shocked Monica.

"What the hell happened to you?" She asked. Sylvia only sighed.

"It's a long story, can we just go to your car for some clothes?" Sylvia asked.

"I can just give you some of mi-" Monica started, grabbing the hem of her shirt before realizing the size difference would make that impossible. "Right, let's hurry."

The two girls dashed down the parking lot, Monica leading the way and pointing out onlookers that Sylvia could try to avoid. But the lack of cover outside made it difficult to find anywhere to hide herself and she usually just had to run past, her eyes on the floor to try and pretend they didn't see her.

That floor was currently doing a number on her feet, which were pricked by the occasional rock or smudge on the ground. Each step had a chance to hurt her, and she suddenly remembered why. Last time, Monica had offered her some socks.

She thought to bring it up again, but didn't want to stop here and wait ...

... for her friend to remove her shoes, not with so many students leaving for lunch to spectate. She simply bared the pain.

Then there was a rumbling behind them as a topless jeep pulled up beside the naked girl.

"Oh. My. God." Elizabeth snickered.

"I guess I was wrong about you earlier, Sylvia. You really are an exhibitionist!"

"Elizabeth!" Sylvia stopped there, using the blonde girl's car for partial cover. "What did you do?"

"What did I do? What do you mean?" She wondered.

"You stole from me in the locker room!" Sylvia pointed a finger accusingly, then remembered her nudity and covered her crotch again.

"Jeez, first you try to embarrass me in gym class, then you accuse me of stealing?" Elizabeth giggled. "What is your problem?"

"Come on, I don't have time for this!" Sylvia pleaded. "Give it back or... or..."

Sylvia thought back to earlier. Ivy had saved her from that creepy guy by punching him in the nose. Violence seemed to work.

"Give them over or I'll punch you!"

Elizabeth let out a hearty laugh.

"Okay, one: You can't even beat me in basketball." She started. "And two, are you really gonna hit me in front of my boyfriend?"

A dim-witted guy leaned forward from the driver's seat.

"Whoa." He said. "Your shirt is like, skin-colored."

"Just follow her." Elizabeth leaned over to the guy and gave the command.

He pulled forward a bit and then turned the jeep around to face the two girls.

"Sylvia, I think we need to get out of here, ...