Triple whammy

Not wanting the student from the class to see her in this state, Jessica bolted to the nearest four-way hall intersection and ran to her locker, trying to ignore the students opening the other doors on the way and seeing a streaking blonde beauty.

Fidgeting with the lock, Jessica tried a combination and pulled down, only for the curved metal not to budge. Sighing, she again tried the combination, again to no avail. Hoping the third time was the charm, she turned the dial five times just to make sure that she really reset it, before again trying her combination and getting nothing. Slamming on the locker door in frustration, Jessica knew that this meant either that her lock was busted, or that she forgot the combination ... that she kept in her bag.

While all of this was going on, Jessica knew the hallway had flooded with students, not just from her peripheral vision and the noise that they made, but also from the constant grabbing and kneading of her exposed butt and the unsubtle shutter sounds from their phone cameras. She was angry at the audacity of the students to just touch her like that, but at the same time it was not an altogether unpleasant sensation. Nevertheless, she knew she had to get out of there, so she ran back to her homeroom, figuring speed was her best bet.

Jessica opened the door to the room, which had its lights on but was still empty. Walking to her corner, she noticed that it wasn't just empty of students, but also her clothes! Cursing herself for her wanton stupidity and hornyness just five minutes earlier - those blessed five minutes ago, when she had a full set of clothes on her body - she sighed and walked to her seat when she noticed that her bag was also gone.

Being naked was embarrassing and all, but not having her backpack - with her phone, books, locker combination, and even her wallet and keys - was actually dangerous and troublesome. She scanned the room, looking under the desks and the floor, looking at the side table, and even looking at and under the teacher's desk, but no backpack was seen anywhere. Sighing, she knew she had a trip to make to the lost and found - god, please let them be at the lost and found! She also figured that she'd have to talk to the security guard (not the one that got her into this mess to begin with!) and get her lock figured out, because she was sure she remembered her combination.

Those thoughts soon took a backseat, however, as the door opened and a teacher and a few students walked in, stopping in their tracks as they gazed upon the nubile nude before them in the middle of the room. Jessica, likewise, looked at them with a silent "oh".

Grace was driving back on her way to work, and she noticed a Salvation Army on the way.

"Perfect!" she thought, "Now I won't have to go on my lunch break."

Pulling into the parking lot, she got out of her Mercedes and opened the trunk to the four heavy garbage bags holding what were (unbeknownst to Grace) all of her daughter's clothes. Audibly grunting while picking up the first heavy bag, she had to lean back and staggered through the sliding doors.

"Clothing donation?" a man to Grace's right directed her.

"Yeah," Grace could only muster, "my daughter's doing a deep clean of her wardrobe. I've got three more where this came from," as she plopped the first bag on the counter.

"Here, let me help you out," the man guided Grace back to her car, where the pair took the next two bags onto the counter. Although he, too, was struggling a bit under the weight of all of Jessica's textile possessions, the man was gracious enough to get the final bag for Grace, thanking her for her charity while giving her a receipt.

"It's the least I could do, really," she humbled herself, "my daughter's got quite enough as it is."

"Well, it's good to help the less fortunate," the man pushed the bags of clothes onto the floor. "Have a great day!"

"Thanks, you too!" Grace waved as she left to go to work.