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

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

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After that, there was nothing to do but eat something, reapply her makeup, then get dressed for prom. She sat in her room, silent and with the lights out, looking at herself in the mirror. Prom night was supposed to be the best night of her life. And she'd gotten to live it twice. At moments like this, one can only laugh at the irony. Sylvia wasn't laughing.

Monica arrived a few hours later. They complimented each other's outfits and prepared to head out. Monica was in a purple spaghetti-strap dress which rode up her legs as she sat in her car, the unlady-like view obscured only because she wasn't facing anybody. Sylvia thought about how rare it was to see her friend in a dress - largely due to her propensity for sitting with her legs apart.

Neither of them had gotten word from Lucas, so they decided to go straight to the venue together and hold out for him to show up. But Sylvia's pessimism got the better of her and she began discussing plans for their set in case they only had two people.

Both girls were in 'business-mode' and didn't say too many platitudes. There was always a thick feeling in the air prior to a concert. They did the sound-check, both girls occasionally waiting for Lucas to do his part before remembering he wasn't there, then returning to their instruments.

Students were beginning to come in through the doors as admissions began, the sound of the crowd outside spilling out in a big wave like a burst dam. ...

... Sylvia had wanted to enjoy the prom as a spectator, but found herself unable to leave the back door in case Lucas showed up late.

She lifted up her guitar to set it aside when she heard a tear.

She didn't say anything, merely groaning as she looked down to inspect the damage. Her left breast was slightly more revealed than she had hoped it would be, the torn fabric hanging down below it. Lucas wouldn't be around to repair it this time, so she hastily tied the strap back together, though her knot didn't hold very well.

It was then that she heard the door opening.

"Lucas!" Sylvia called.

But it wasn't Lucas who answered.

Ivy stepped gingerly into the door, as if she were embarrassed to be there. Her typical chains and straps had been exchanged for a simple black suit and she was wearing less makeup than usual. When she caught sight of Sylvia, she blinked a few times in surprise.

"Nice to see you, Ivy." Sylvia greeted her.

"Y-yeah." Ivy softly let the door close behind her.

"I didn't think you were the type of person to go to prom," Sylvia said, knowing. "What are you doing here?"

"I just," Ivy stammered. "I did something stupid and now they're gonna recognize me for it."

"Ah, is that so?" Sylvia leaned against the wall. "Well, I'm glad you could make it."

"Hmm... Yeah." Ivy said. "I guess as long as you're here, it's not so bad."

Somebody came rushing down the hallway at them, just barely stopping in time to not collide with Sylvia's ...