Long Sleeve V-Neck and Extra Mini Skirt

“Who wears shit like this?!” Whitney had to ask, seeing her ample chest ready to burst out of the opening of the shirt she stole, while feeling the bounce of her unrestrained caboose in the flowy, but really small skirt that barely covered as she desperately held it down. Nevermind bending over or reaching up, the moment her hands weren’t firmly restraining the fabric it’d constantly flash up to a third of her plush bum. And if anything were to flip it she’d might as well be bottomless.

“Just six miles to home” she told herself as she made her way off campus. No way was she continuing class or getting on a school bus like this. Though the idea of dozens of cars driving by and seeing wasn’t much better. At least she wasn't going to school with whoever happened to be driving by.

*BEEP BEEP!*

“WHIT!” a voice yelled out behind her after to loud car honks.

“Eep!” Whitney squealed as she jumped and turned. There ironically as if to mock her, a classmate in his car was driving up. Luckily it was a familiar helpful face, Mike. He slowly pulled up in an old school convertible with the top down. “Um, need a ride? hehe” he asked awkwardly.

For the first time at least since she woke up on that roof top naked Whitney let out a genuine smile as she sighed in relief “yeah I really do.”

“Well hop in” he invited.

…

After a heavy silence beside the few directions Whitney gave to her house she finally asked. “So how’d you know I was walking home? It’s still kinda the middle of the day.”

“I saw you from a window on the second floor making your way through the parking lot after I’d separated from Allison. So I snuck through my secret exit I showed you and ran to my car. Luckily you hadn’t made it too far” he explained.

“Was this Allison the girl I heard you talking to through the window? You know her?”

“Yeah it’s a long story but we're… familiar” he said vaguely.

“You couldn’t trust her to help me?” Whitney had to ask.

“*Sigh* I don’t know really, she has a bit of a mean streak but nothing crazy. I just didn’t want to chance it especially…” his voice trailed off.

“Especially?”

“I’m pretty sure she has a crush on me and wouldn’t react well to me being with… y’know uh um” he trailed off again.

“A nearly naked girl wearing your clothes, or well a completely naked girl who was wearing your clothes” Whitney said playfully.

“Yeah that” he agreed.

“You’re so sure about her feelings?” Whitney asked curiously.

“Well she certainly hasn’t been subtle” Mike replied.

“And you’re just not interested?”

“Look, she's the kinda girl who was born with everything. Rich parents, above average intelligence, decent athletic ability, good looks. The whole package. And she knows it, especially the last one, letting it all go to her head. I know if I reciprocate I’ll just end up her glorified punk styled purse puppy boyfriend. Another person who just can't say no to her. Not my style or preference” he explained.

Hearing that Whitney couldn’t help but have a small smile grow on her face. Subconsciously celebrating an averted crisis. Outwardly though she decided to playfully move the subject along. “Ohhh? So I guess you prefer the dominant role in the relationship?”

“Wha- well… that’s not exactly what I meant. More like partners, give and take. Y’know?” He stammered.

“Hmmm? So you don’t mind if the girl takes the lead every now and again” Whitney, feeling a bit more confident, turned her torso towards the boy. Ample cleavage pressing out towards him, with Whitney pulling down to show more for once instead of less.

Taking a peek over Mike caught a glimpse before doing a double take “woah I uh…”

Suppressing a giggle Whitney thought to herself “maybe clothes like this aren't half bad.”

Eyes flashing back and forth between the road and the sexy blonde's deep cleavage Mike muttered “th-that doesn’t sound bad at all.”

A proud smirk adorned Whitney's face as she sat back normally and said “just left up ahead.” Directing him to her home street. “Maybe today wasn’t so bad afterall.”