Thread: [Fictional Stories - ENF] Bad Luck Lacey
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Old 11-16-2014, 06:14 PM
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Part VIII

“What’s with the towel?” Tara asked, turning to Lacey.
“Oh, I got stuck out in the rain, so I just took them off to dry,” she replied, trying to laughing it off. Tara could tell Lacey was perturbed, struggling with the lock on her locker, then fumbling through her cheer clothes when she finally got it open.

“So you’re not naked under there are you?” Tara mused, emphasizing the word naked to get some of the other girl’s attention.
“No. I have my underwear on.”

Tara, feeling feisty, stepped toward Lacey and grabbed the side of her towel.
“Really? Come on let’s see.”
“No, I’m—go get dressed.”
Lacey now had one hand on a leg of her yoga pants and one hand clenched keeping her towel shut.
Tara diverted her efforts and instead grabbed the other leg of the pants, trying to tug them away from Lacey.

“Oh come Lace, you’re no fun,” Tara said, pulling the pants away. But Lacey kept a strong grip and pulled her leg back, ripping them out of Tara’s hands. Lacey took a few steps away then slipped the pants on under her towel.

After that Tara allowed Lacey to get dressed interrupted.

“All right girls, let’s get to the auditorium, let’s go let’s go.”

Lacey lead the girls out. Tara followed closely behind, confirming the fact to herself that Lacey indeed had nothing between the thin fabric of her pants and complete exposure.

Tara pointed out the situation to the other girls that she held Lacey up with. They shared a collective laugh, proud of themselves for setting Lacey up so perfectly.

They walked in through the back door of the auditorium. Lacey peaked out from the side of the stage to see the place filled to capacity with what looked like a camera crew in back center. The principal was speaking.

Lacey could feel her adrenaline kicking in. This was so exciting for her. She was distracted momentarily however, by the smallest waft of air hitting her groin area. Looking down she realized a very very tiny hole had formed along the crotch seam.

“Without further ado, please welcome, the Washington High cheer team!” the principal rang out.
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