Winning and Losing

"That better be not what i'm thinking about," said Ari as she raised her face from the floor. As she tilted her head to see her body laid down, apart from seeing her thick butt, didn't identificate her panties at first sight, she rolled her body and got to her knees, where she found the now damaged briefs to her right.

"I'm getting too accustomed to that sound, and this horrible sensation." Said Ari as she picked the torned panties, the torn part was the waistband, so they were completely unusable. Finally getting up, she tossed the panties on the nearby trash can, it was agaisnt the wall of the class she came out.

Arianne slowed her pace at her second attempt, now just walking instead of running like an idiot, she kept an arm on her boobs, and was practically just covering her nipples, as the whole bombs were still on show. Her palm was pressing against the pussy, exausted from the total work it just did.

She finally got up to the locker, before opening, her head spun to all directions to prevent her from showing more that she wants, as her hands would be busy in the locker. Ari imputed her password, and found her backpack on the bottom of the locker, relieved, she took it and wore it as it should be.

"There, now mom won't rant about it. She's going to kick my ass but, I took a reason out at least." Thought Arianne as she closed the locker and walked away from it. Taking her arms on her now trademark position, began to slowly step up to the main entrance.

She kept the pace until, suddenly, a door from the locker's side opened. Arianne heard it and full-panic mode switched on her head, best she could was duck on the floor, and that's what she did. Thankfully, the person coming out was far from an enemy.