Both of you, bit by bit

It's a relatively normal day the next time you run into Selina. You run into her quite literally, in this case; your alarm clock has failed you this morning, and so you're left to scramble out of your house, into your car, and off to school. As it stands, you can hear the bell ringing as you bolt through the entrance. In your brain, you're already thinking a couple steps ahead about how to duck around the main office to get to your homeroom unseen, but it's all immediately derailed by a collision with something short and soft. You go sprawling backwards, 'cushioned' by your backpack and the hard, pointy corners of the textbooks inside, but manage to keep your wits about you enough to recognize who you just bowled over. Selina's hair had fallen into her eyes, and she was rolling over onto her side away from you to push herself back up to her feet, but it was still pretty easy to tell it was her at a glance- even if you hadn't seen her most days for years now, there were only so many people in your school who'd wear such a dark ensemble. From the black choker, the heavy black boots, the black-and-dark-gray-striped sweater dress that was currently partly pinned under a dark purple backpack--

You do a double take, and gulp. In the collision, Selina's dress flipped up, revealing a particular garment Selina was doing without today- your eyes trace up from her boots, across a pair of long gray socks, to the light brown skin of her thigh only briefly interrupted by black ink, a band of crosses circling her leg and then…. no more fabric between the top of her socks and the waistband of her skirt! It’s just a side view her leg crossed slightly as she righted herself from the fall, but the blood still rushes to your face as you take in the bulbous curve of her bare cheek, and the only thing keeping you from seeing everything is her pose, knee just barely in place to keep you from seeing everything between her legs- but you still see enough to know she shaves.

You quickly flip over, making like you fell on your front, somehow, and hope that Selina doesn’t think anything of it. You scramble to your feet, and by the time you’re up and turning around Selina is too, smoothing and dusting off her skirt, the faintest tint of red on her cheeks as she raises her eyes to meet yours.

“Ah, jeez, I’m sorry, Selina,” you say, spending a lot of willpower to keep your eyes from flicking down below her waist, “I was— my alarm didn’t— my bad,” you settle on in the end.

“…Whatever,” Selina responds dryly, pausing before she removes her hands from her skirt, satisfied it’s still in place, “it’s fine.”

“Alright, cool, cool,” you say, rubbing the back of your head, part from the awkwardness, and part from the fall backwards. “Looks like they still haven’t noticed us from the office,” you say, nodding towards the window across the hall, thankfully devoid of any secretaries; maybe they were having a meeting or something? “We should, uh, get moving while we can.”

“…Right,” Selina responds. She tightens one hand over the backpack strap over her shoulder, and turns to continue on down the hall, and before you’ve finished taking a single step after her you damn near face-plant again. She readjusted her skirt in the front, but when Selina picked herself up from the fall the back of it must’ve gotten pinned under her bag! You were four-for-four now on seeing her naked ass, a bottom-half-view of her bottom this time as the skirt still curtained it a little bit, and hopefully, you could be four-for-four on keeping her covered without her realizing….! You delicately reach a hand forward, trying to keep pace behind her…. spend a few more paces just watching the bounce and sway of her big booty as she power-walked her big boots down the hall… and then finally, guiltily pinched the front handle of her bag and let her skirt fall back into place, keeping her commando keister covered for at least a moment more.

Selina suddenly stopped, and you whipped your hand back and stopped short yourself to avoid a second collision. She looked over her should let at you, eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, you just had a little dust on your bag from when you fell. When I ran into you, I mean,” you say, blushing, and technically not lying, “and I felt bad, so…” Selina stared at you a second longer, before rolling her eyes, and continuing on.

“Thanks, I guess,” she says, and the two of you walking only another few steps in silence before your paths diverge down different hallways. You give her a wave, she gives you a nod, and you try to go on with your day once you finally reach your homeroom; but even as you take your seat and get a passive aggressive earful from Ms. Beltoy, you can’t shake the sight of Selina’s hips, thighs, and ass from your mind, knowing in you gut that whether you like it or not (and, you thought, you certainly didn’t like it, right? Right?) you were probably going to have to save that sweet ass again sometime today.