The shirts got to go.

Whilst running across the school, Bree notices the lightweight fabric of her shirt is bouncing with each stride she takes, causing it to run against hard nipples hardening them to little diamond tips. This sends a chill down her spine, all the while her arousal building, she begins to fantasize about what would happen should she get caught by Mr. Weatherby.

“What if he finds my clothes before I can make it back to them, what if he doesn’t let me get them back, what will he have me to do if I have to pay all those forfeits to him!” Bree thought to herself, slightly nervous but more so getting even more aroused at the thought.

As Bree reached the library, she was ready to explode from the combination of her shirt rubbing against her sensitive nipples, her pussy grinding into the zipper of the jeans as she ran, and the constant thought of being caught and denied any form of clothing.

Bree knew she had to lose the shirt, she couldn’t take the feeling of fabric against her breast any longer, as soon as she entered the doors she pulled the shirt over her head and walked to the aisles for a place to hide it. She meandered up and down about 5 or 6 before spotting the perfect spot. About the second row from the bottoms there was a few books missing, so she could fold the shirt up and fit it right in between the row of books.

“That doesn’t look to bad, almost looks like a book fell over and is laying flat.” Bree reasoned with herself. She smoothed the top to hide any wrinkles that would give it away and stepped back to see how it would fare.

Satisfied the now topless girl made her way to the back door to the library headed to her final destination, but not before noticing the time on one of the computers along the way, 12:57.

“Oh man, I took to much time, I still need to get my jeans off before I can even think of getting my clothes back, and Mr. Weatherby will be out looking before then!”

The thought alone was almost enough to send Bree over the edge, she could hardly contain her excitement as she approached her last hiding spot,