No Time for That

I stepped into the bathroom and pulled off my sopping panties. I wiped myself off and decided that as long as I was forgoing a bras I might as well forget the panties. It wasn’t like Denise and the guys were likely to leave them in any kind of shape when they found them. Tugging the zipper back up, I paused to revel in the sensation of the rough cloth pressed into my damp little cunt, and I slipped out the front door, with every step the crotch and my pussy rubbing against each other.

I reached school a little after 8:15. I walked quickly to the bleachers and found Denise and guys were already there.