Part III
Tara’s obsession with the events of the pep rally led her to believe she might have found her calling. Well, not really, but the amount of excitement she got from exposing Lacey could not be ignored. It was thrilling, and invigorated her like nothing else. She would need to get her fix soon…
The only thing distracting Lacey from her multiple embarrassments of the last few hours was the horrendous weather. Gusts of wind fought her every step.
As she turned the corner of her home street she heard a thunderous crunching noise. Running up she saw the neighbor’s massive oak tree uproot and crash into the ground, blocking a good chunk of the street. Branches and leaves were strewn across the street. Lacey was shocked; that tree had stood in the yard across the street her entire life, it was uncanny seeing it torn right out the ground. This weather was serious.
Lacey put her head down and ventured forward, soon arriving at her house. She no longer cared that most of her butt was hanging out over her rain-drenched jeans, she’d be inside momentarily. She walked up the brick pathway and ducked under the roofing of the porch, then after shaking herself off, lifted the door mat to get the spare key. Nothing.
“Huh?” Lacey, checked the mailbox. Not there either. She was sure nobody was home, but tried the front door anyway. Locked. “Ugghh, seriously?”
Her reflection in the windows showed that her nipples and outline of her breasts were clearly visibly now that her shirt had become a second skin. Frustrated and yanking her pants up, Lacey got her cell phone out to call her mom. As the phone rang she looked out at the street. The rain come to an abrupt stop. The wind had dissipated too.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Excuse me?” the voice on the other line said.
“Oh sorry, mom, I had to leave school, I wasn’t um…feeling very well, and I just got home and the keys not here and I really need to get inside.”
“Ohhh yeah. You know, I let the cleaning lady take it last week because she was going to be late today. Shoot, did you need to get in?”
“Yes. I really do.”
“All right, umm…I really can’t leave work, honey, can you go anywhere else?”
“Seriously mom?”
Lacey hung up. She didn’t have the patience today.
Back at school, second period just ended. All the students rushed out and crowded the exterior hallways, huddling under the wooden overhangs. Tara weaved through the mass and into the girl’s restroom to check her makeup. While fixing the foundation around her right eye, she saw someone’s legs peeking under the toilet stall door.
Bunched up around the bottom of the legs was a lime green skirt and a black pair on panties. She knew that skirt. And only one girl was stupid enough to wear a skirt in this weather, her rich friend Cory. Being exposed at the pool party years back wasn’t truly Cory’s fault, but Tara was compelled. She tiptoed up to the stall, checked that the bathroom was otherwise empty, then quickly reached under and locked her hand around the clothes.
“Hey!” the voice from inside yelled.
The skirt and panties flew off the bottom of her legs, knocking one of her shoes off in the process. The damsel inside got a finger around the band of the panties, but after a second of jarring, her grip was lost, was was half of her outfit.
“What are you doing?! No no no please come back here!” the bottomless girl pleaded. "Please!!"
Tara straightened herself up, gave a parting “Good luck,” and then stuffed the clothes into her bag as she left the restroom, wearing a grin that spanned her entire face.
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