PART VI
Tara’s 2nd period teacher was a bit of a push-over. Typically, teachers never liked their students asking to use the restroom immediately after passing period, but she knew she could get her way it with Mr. Neff.
“Ian Neff,” Tara started, playfully using his full name, “Can I use the restroom? I really have to go.”
Tara was the devil, pressing her arms together and pushing her boobs up. She knew he’d have to look.
“Oh. Umm, yeah go right ahead. But hurry back, today’s lesson on the Enferia galaxy is not one to miss.”
It truly wasn’t one to miss. Mr. Neff gave a great lesson that day, but nobody cares about that.
Tara hustled back to the restroom she was in just minutes before, prepared to play dumb as she walked in.
“Oh my—” Tara started when she walked in. “What happened to you?”
Standing in front of Tara was the class president. An upright girl named Lara? Laurel? Lauren? who would probably end up at a real four-year university and work to get a real job. Tara pitied her, except for the part where she was extremely pretty. Long brown hair and a slender frame. But what stood out most was her complete lack of real clothing below the waist.
“You are not going to believe this. I was just in the stall, and some idiot, came in, and she grabbed my skirt right off my legs. I’m not even kidding.”
“No. You gotta be joking,” Tara replied, acting surprised.
“So I just—I desperately made a skirt out of toilet paper, you wouldn’t happen to have anything better would you?”
"Yeah, I have the very skirt and panties you were just wearing," is what Tara should have said. What she actually said was, “No. What did it look like that?”
“Oh umm, it was lime green.”
“No way. I think I know who stole it. I’m serious.” Tara was getting that feeling again.
"Oh my gosh, can you help me then? I really don't want to end up like that Lacey girl. I felt so bad for her."
"That was was awful. At least you have your undies still right?"
"Oh yeah. I'm not naked under here," the girl lied, which Tara knew full well.
Tara let her in on a girl named Cory who had stolen the skirt. She told her where to be right after second period then bid her farewell.
Stepping back outside, Tara felt the rain pick up again as she scampered back to class, shooting a coy smile at Ian Neff as she walked in, then taking her seat. This could be even better than the pep rally she was thinking.
She looked across the room at her next victim, looking so oblivious. Cory sat with her legs just slightly parted, but enough so that everybody on her side of the room had a clear view up her skirt and of her plain cookie-cutter white panties. Tara noticed a few of the boys had beat her to this revelation.
Don’t worry, you’ll be getting an even better view very soon she wanted to say.
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