Hit the books

As Anna was weighing her options, her gaze fell upon an unusually large book resting against one of the lower shelves. It wasn't particularly thick but it was tall and wide. The cover read "Othello: The Graphic Novel".

Something in her mind clicked.

She suddenly remembered an episode of Friends were Chandler had been locked in the bathroom wearing women's panties. His solution had been to detach the cubicle door and use it as a shield to walk out of the restaurant. The book wasn't THAT big but it was big enough to cover, say, a skirt - or a lack thereof. If she was walking from the shelves to the front entrance then the librarian and the busy computer terminals would be on her left. Her front, right side, and rear would be **** but nobody was likely to be entering the library or using the reference shelves so late in the study session. There was a risk that the librarian might stop her for trying to take a book without checking it out but it seemed safer than trying to leave practically naked from the waist down. She picked up the book and moved towards the end of the shelves.

She peeked through a gap in the books. The librarian was busy stamping books and there were still a dozen or so students at the computer terminals. Anna took a deep breath, rested the book flat against her hip, and stepped forward. She kept her eyes on the front door as she took one step, and then another. It seemed to take a lifetime. Her heart was pounding as she waited in horror for the librarian to demand the book, the only thing standing between her peers and her panties.

And then she was at the front door and back in the school hallway. She moved to one side so that she was hidden from view, leaned against the wall, lowered the book, and gave a sigh of relief. Once she'd gathered herself she turned towards the book deposit slot - a letterbox that students could drop books in after library closing hours - and slid the book inside. Now she had to find somewhere to hide before the final lesson of the day. She mentally mapped the path to the nearest bathroom, and was surprised when she remembered it was the bathroom where all this had started - and where a still-naked Claire was currently in hiding. After looking at the clock Anna did some quick calculations and realised she could probably reach both her locker and the toilet if she was quick. Claire would no doubt appreciate the bra along with an update on the situation.

Heading back the way she had come, Anna burst into a jog along the hallways of the school. The carpeted flooring meant that she made no sound as she moved, which was a relief - she didn't want a teacher coming out to investigate the noise. After a few steps, however, she noticed a major drawback of the plan. Her thong panties - thin, light, and not very practical - were not really designed for robust physical activity. Each jolt of her foot hitting the ground caused the material to slip a little bit down her hip. And once they were free of her hip...

She stopped just in time to grab it as the flimsy material dropped down to her thighs. She pulled them back into place and looked around to see if anyone had spotted her wardrobe malfunction, but she was still alone. She swore to herself, then began jogging once again only this time she used a hand to hold them in place. It made running very awkward, and by the time she stopped by her locker she realised how much it was slowing her down. She quickly opened the locker and retrieved Claire's black bra before shutting it once again.

She didn't know how much time she had left, and holding the panties up was slowing her down. She could either continue like this and risk being in the hallway when the study session finished, or else she could take them off and run unencumbered. And that meant streaking the school bottomless once again.