The left strap snapped!

But right as Jessica mulled over that fact, she felt her dress moving, peeling away and exposing her left breast and more of her bare stomach!

“EEEK!” She exclaimed. She quickly grabbed what was quickly becoming a sad excuse of a towel of a dress and held it up against her chest. She then looked to her left to see the strap to her dress was snapped in two!

“What the Fuck!” She said, both in frustration and embarrassment as she tried to hide her body the best she could. “I gotta fix this thing, Now!”

More exposed than ever before, Jessica turned around and walked down the steps and turned left down the wall, all the while holding up her dress to conceal her massive chest. She could feel her cheeks burning with shame as she imagined how ridiculous she must look, walking around with a dress that seemingly wanted to fall off her body.

But she wished she could say the same for her other pair of cheeks, as they were now completely exposed to the cool air. Jessica tried desperately to grab the back side of her dress and hold it in place to cover her ass and bare back, but doing so felt uncomfortable and seemed like a lost cause.

“I just had to wear a thong today… great…” she thought, knowing that her rear was completely exposed aside from three thin, pink strings.

Jessica took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She slowed her pace down, going from a brisk jog to a steady walk. Her heart was pounding, and her senses were on overdrive. She could feel the air around her, nipping at her bare flesh, her ass in particular being extra sensitive. She could feel her nipples piercing through what little remained of her dress, standing strong like icicles in winter.

“Am I, no… it’s just really cold in here… yeah.”

There were only a couple of sounds echoing through Jessica’s mind as she walked through the thankfully empty halls; Her heart beating through her chest, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, and the chatter of students and teachers with each class she walked by. It was nerve wracking, watching every door, praying that no one decided to step outside to use the bathroom or grab something from their lockers. Jessica was testing her luck each time she passed a classroom, her heart skipping a beat when she heard footsteps approaching, but thankfully none of them went past the boundary of the classroom.

Just thinking about a student, barging out of class and seeing her practically nude in the middle of school was terrifying. It would be social suicide, she would be the brunt of the joke for the rest of the year! She couldn’t take that kind of pressure, not on her first day!

But as she made it about half way to what would be her sanctuary…