Short Sleeve Button-up

“This is bullshit,” Whitney whined. No towels, no letterman jackets, no jerseys, no shorts, just a single pure white button up. Everything else was tightly locked up. “And couldn’t whoever left this house be a little taller? Jeez” she complained while desperately tugging down at the hem. Fitting like a party dress, her big ass was one wrong move from slipping out, all of her sexy gold brown legs left exposed. Luckily it was a bit loose allowing for her bulbous bust. “Hopefully the girls room isn't locked otherwise… this’ll barely do hahhh” she sighed.

…

*Clang! Clang!*

“Guess not, time to run home like this” Whitney thought slumping over, resting her tired head against the solid metal door to the girls locker room. Taking a deep breath, her large chest pressing against the thin white dress shirt, she started to step away.

“Hey Whit-”

*Bumf*

“Ah!” Whitney squealed after bumping into someone as she turned around, causing her to fall back on her ass.

“Ugh. Ow are you… uh wow” the person said, tone turning from concerned from stunned.

Looking up, Whitney saw the last person she wanted to see, Mike. All tall, scruffy, and handsome in a stylish sleeveless hoodie and jeans. His eyes bulged from their sockets as he looked down at her. Dread soon filled Whitney’s chest as she followed his eyes. Towards her spread legs.

“Ah! No!” She screamed, hands flying towards her exposed crotch.

“Ah! Oh crap, sorry Whit” he apologized before hurriedly looking away.

“Dammit, why are you here?” Whitney accidentally asked out loud.

“I uh um… I had a friend prop the locker room door open so I could sneak through the back to get to my next class. After umm… sneaking off campus for… personal reasons” he explained vaguely. “W-why are you here… um like that. It’s uhh not your usual style?” he asked.

The moment paused as Whitney debated whether to be **** and honest to her crush, or try to pass it off to save some dignity.