A change of plans

Chapter originally by Apollo on writing dot com

Yuki sighs as she pulls up her black knee socks. She had no idea how to get home, where less people would be gathered, or where she could find something to cover with. However, the odds are something she did know. She may be seen in school, she might not be able to hide behind a tree in time, and it would increase the ordeal, but she would be seen if she went home via the shorter route and there is a chance she'll get lucky on the long road and find no one. Her dignity is the important element, preserving that and being able to look herself in the eyes are the concerns. She needs to get home being seen as little as possible, not get home quickly.

Dressed in the four garments, Yuki peeks her head out of the locker room, the door still hiding her body as she checks to see if the cost is clear. The socks and shoes would have spent the night in the locker if not for the fact that Yuki needs them for the harsh terrain. They told her brain that she was dressed, but the door pressing against her bare flesh said otherwise, and this dissonance just made her feel even more naked than before she dawned them.

With the only sound in the hall being Yuki's own breath, she trepidatiously walks out the door, her left hand hiding her right breast and her right hiding her sex, the only flaw being she can't cradle her left breast into her elbow properly. Amidst her struggling, however, Wanda's words suddenly click in her head and freeze her in place. The cheerleaders are coming this way! Worse yet, she can hear a crowd coming her way. An impulse found its way to Yuki's legs and sends her running in the opposite direction. The girls are heading for the locker room, so Yuki ducking in there again is out of the question. As such, she goes out the door a stone's throw from the locker rooms.

Yuki slams the door shut behind her before turning back around and leaning against the door to catch her breath. Her heaving breasts are a wonderful sight, all the more so since her arms fell to her sides to hold the door closed. They're almost enough to draw attention away from the slight shine surrounding her shaved sex, no doubt a result of some moisture related to her erect nipples. It's too bad for the world, but lucky for Yuki, that not a single eye was around to eat this candy. Closing the door even blocked the chatter or the girls on the inside, making Yuki feel totally alone despite the fact that several pairs of eyes are just a few feet away.

"Okay," Yuki mumbles, still oblivious to her own total exposure, "once they change, I can head back through the school and make my way home."

Unfortunately, destiny has its own ideas, and Yuki just noticed one of them. Emerging from a different door was Ms. Micheli, the coach of the cheerleading squad, tugging several mats with her. It seems the school didn't want to waste this cloudless day and decided to have the squad practice outside today. This means two things for Yuki, and neither of them are good. First, the cheerleaders are going to be coming out the same way she did very soon. Two, there's now a chance that the football team is running laps around the school. Both mean the same thing: this area is going to become very crowded very soon.

With the door set to be used in a moment, Yuki can no longer double back into the school, and she can't run around the school since she doesn't know where the football team is and which direction their laps are going. Either she runs home the short way or she gets caught by a large group. The big problem is Ms. Micheli, who is considered by many to be the role model from which the cheerleaders derived their smug attitudes and a living example of the phrase, "Beauty is only skin deep." This woman seemed to look down on everyone for any reason she could somehow ****, and graded her tests extremely harshly. Yuki had a Language Arts class with her, and she lost 10 points on a test because she put the question mark on the wrong side of the quotation mark, ​something Yuki usually attributed to her appearance; Ms. Micheli reserved the harshest treatment in her for the most attractive girls in school and the guys who would gawk at them. A bad relationship had developed between her and Yuki, so getting caught by her would no doubt be the worst thing that could ever happen to Yuki.

Fortunately, Ms. Micheli is preoccupied with a mat right now. This was Yuki's only chance, the squad must be almost done changing by now and there's no sign of the football team. She shot off like a bottle rocket, her arms pumping furiously as she ignores the pain on her breasts to gain more speed. The slight noise her shoes make on the pavement seems deafening to Yuki, and her soft sobbing seems even louder.