PART IX
Cory had been the one to convince Lacey to go clean, so unfortunately she too had nothing blocking her crotch from the prying eyes of her peers. The down pouring rain wasn’t helping, turning the thin white fabric transparent as time wore on. Cory had to get out of here.
Cory shot her hands down and kept moving, dragging Laurel across the concrete, and putting more and more stress on her weakened panties.
“Let go!” Cory pleaded.
But Laurel pushed her legs down and out to get more traction. Cory thrust forward, her panties yanked further down and away. Laurel threw her free arm out and caught the back of Cory’s top, jolting it back and forcing her bra out. Cory jerked forward and pulled free, her panties snapping back into place as she darted off, a few guys shadowing her and getting in their last looks.
Most of the guys had focused their attention on a panting Laurel, trying to get the best angle possible. In truth, there wasn’t a bad angle. Laurel had momentarily forgotten the position of her own legs until Cory was yards away.
Finally realizing the compromising position she was in, Laurel shifted her legs shut, stood up, and slithered the lime green skirt up her legs, releasing the toilet paper remains underneath once the skirt was in place. But the skirt didn’t fit right.
Contorting her back and checking the label she saw this was a medium, and had Cory’s initials on the tag. But she wore a small. And those weren’t here initials…obviously. This was Cory’s skirt—so what had she done? She looked everywhere for Tara amongst a chorus of laughter from the crowd. Something wasn’t right.
“Tara! Tara! Stop looking at m--” But her cries were drowned out by the school intercom.
“Attention students,” the principle’s voice echoed over the quad. “Please report immediately to the auditorium. We have received a flash flood warning. I repeat, report immediately to the auditorium.”
Teachers and counselors soon joined the students on the quad and herded them toward the auditorium; the same place an infamous pep rally had taken place just recently.
The students were full of energy after the raucous they had witnessed. The teachers had no clue what was so interesting, but most didn’t seem to care. Mr. Neff went backstage and came back out tugging a cart with a large TV on top.
“All right all right, everybody quiet down. I’m just going to turn on the news. Let’s calm down until the storm passes. Thank you.”
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