Curse Beginnings

Dressed in a denim skirt, plain white t-shirt, black thigh high socks, tennis shoes the cheery blonde Whitney made her way down the busy school hallway. Her curly blonde hair and big bust bobbing with every confident step. Attracting all sorts of attention.

“God can I go one day without all the stares? It’s the same as last year ugh” she thought to herself. Despite her usual carefree and confident demeanor, Whitney was a shy girl at heart. Wanting nothing more than to fade into the background and have some casual fun with her friends. Her annoyance lasted until she got to her locker and caught sight of a certain guy waiting at her locker. “Well maybe being pretty has some perks” she thought seeing her new crush Mike.

“Hey there cutie” the tall lean messy haired rocker said, greeting Whitney. Getting a kick out of the small blush that formed on her face.

“Hey there scruffy” she replied back, acting casual as she went for her locker to store her backpack.

“You get a chance to listen to that album I recommended? All bangers right?” He questioned with a curious and excited smile.

“Hmm i dunno…” Whitney said teasingly.

“What? Too much for your delicate ears blondie?” he teased back.

“Hmm maybe if I had a live performance I’d get more into it” she suggested.

“Well then how abo…” Mike stopped as his eyes widened, before gulping. Eyes locked to the juicy pair of squishy hams that were Whitney's tanned thighs, slightly bulging out of the top of her thigh highs. Her denim skirt inexplicibly just fell to her ankles. Giving a great view of the adorable lime green panties, adorned with a cartoon frog face, the sexy girl was wearing. The fabric leaving an obvious mound shape nuzzled between her legs.

“Mike? You were saying” the girl in question asked, snapping the poor boy out of his stupor. Making him realize two things very quickly. One Whitney was very much oblivious to her current state. Two, the people standing behind her weren’t. Two gobsmacked boys, like he had been moments prior, were staring at the girl's plump booty barely contained in the green panties.

Eventually having the presence of mind to try and document the sight. Seeing them reach for their phones Mike acted quickly, placing himself between the obvious blonde and the ogling photographers. While also whispering quickly and quietly “Whitney! Your skirt!”

Confused by Mike's sudden action and words Whitney stood there dumbly. Looking past him to see two boys with their phones out like they were trying to take a picture of them, but with disappointed looks. “What about my skirt?” She asked innocently.

“It fell,” Mike warned while trying to ward off the two guys. “Luckily no one else has seemed to notice” the boy thought.

“Ahhh!” Only a loud yelp changed that in an instant. Whitney, having looked down, found her embarrassing frog panties on display with her denim skirt around her ankles. Hands quickly pressing against her crotch in reflex to cover the humiliating sight. Pausing for a second and looking around to see, to her horror, a large crowd of her peers staring at her. Her face quickly blanching red, she realized what she had done.

Quickly powering through she scrambled to bend down and pull her skirt back up. Before anymore people had the chance to pull out their phones.

Seeing her secure the skirt back around her waist Mike sighed and was about to ask if she was ok. Only for Whitney to scuttle off, face still as red as a tomato. “Ahh what luck” Mike sighed to himself, remembering he was a second away from asking the gorgeous blonde out.