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

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

... on the locker room. It didn't budge. It was at that moment she recalled something the coach had said about wishing to leave for lunch. She must have locked the doors before exiting.

Sylvia was trapped.

Not wanting to find out what would happen if she stayed put any longer, she ran for the gym doors, not bothering to cover her nudity as she made distance between herself and the others.

She burst through into the school hallways, still lined with a few students who hadn't quite made it to class, yet. The next class was lunch for many students and there was never a rush for them to get there. But there were so many more people walking around at this hour - why was that?

Sylvia remembered the last time she'd made this trek. She'd spent several minutes in the gym locker room searching for her clothes, making her much later to leave than before. The gym coach had yelled something about her car being damaged before leaving in a rush.

Hadn't her mother hit a car in the parking lot the day before?

There was no time to linger on this thought, though. Sylvia was standing naked in the hallways and a few students had begun to take notice. She'd need to make it to the practice room but that was on the other side of the main hallway. She'd need to run past a lot of people.

Fingers were raised, pointing at the naked girl who ran past as others started catcalls or questions about whether it was really happening. She dashed around the corner, bumping into a student who ...

... dropped her textbooks on the ground, and others jeered at the naked girl, jokingly telling her to stick around and help pick them up.

Last time she'd done this, there were maybe a dozen students in the halls. Now there had to be at least four times that number, although Sylvia focused on the tiles in front of her and couldn't tell how many eyes were upon her from anything other than the voices and cheers.

As more and more people started to comment on her nudity, the crowd grew more bold. People were shouting profane things they wanted her to do or whistling as she went by. Others commented on her body, complimenting her curves but in a way that she could tell they meant her harm.

Sylvia tightened her grip on her breasts, clutching her bag tightly for any sort of coverage it could provide. She regretted not having a larger bag, as of now it was barely enough to cover a single boob. She could feel people staring but tried to set the thought out of her mind.

The goths were lounging around near the side of the hallway, Sylvia could make out Ivy already looking her up and down as she came nearer. She didn't have a towel for the girl to steal away this time, nor anything else that gave her a shred of dignity. She wasn't sure if that made her more or less safe than before.

To make things worse, the attention of the crowd of onlookers had started to carry through the hallways. Their cheers and whooping was catching the attention of others so that by the time she walked by ...