Not well

Everyone was always kind of scared of Mr. Gibbons. He was very strict, and by the concerned looks of my classmates where were probably worried Mr. Gibbons would punish the whole class because of me or something. Some were still looking at me as I walked to my seat in the back row before Mr. Gibbons spoke again.

"Eyes front, class!" Everyone sat upright, shifting in their seats and looking forward like he ordered. "Now, where was I..." And he continued his lesson.

I got to my desk and when I sat down, I felt my bare ass coming in contact with the plastic of the seat. I shivered. The hoodie wasn't long enough to cover my ass when I sat down...

I quickly looked to my sides but I don't think anyone noticed. I crossed my legs and pulled my hoodie down, stretching it to cover the sides of my ass.

Oh God... How am I going to keep this up the whole lesson?

I literally had nothing on me. No books, no bags, no shoes, no clothing... Nothing to cover up with, other than this stupid hoodie Lisa left me with!

Every time I pulled down on the hoodie, the fabric stretched. I could feel it pressing against my chest... Rubbing on my nipples... They were getting hard again. Oh God... This was not the time for this! I felt so humiliated. Anyone could find out I was bottomless at any moment! The feelings on my nipples were having an effect on me, but I couldn't just let the hoodie ride up. I kept pulling at them.

Soon enough I hear the soft sound of a tear.

In panic, I let the hem of the hoodie go. It raised up to my waist. I quickly looked to the tear. It was on the left side of the collar, coming to a stop just before my shoulder.

I started breathing heavily. Was this what things were going to come down too? Either I would expose the sides of my thigh and butt or I would tear the hoodie apart? I was beginning to panic.

I could feel a little puddle forming on the chair I was on. Was I getting wet? Why was this happening to me!

Tears began forming under my eyes again. And then I saw it.