Yes, go commando for the day

Yeah, really, who would see? You should be able to get away with this. It's not nearly as stupid as when you went down to the pool a few days ago.

You shove your underwear drawer closed. Grabbing your backpack, you leave your room and head down the hall. You hold your backpack down by your waist as you go downstairs, making sure no one catches a glimpse of what's going on underneath your skirt. Yikes, you were so focused on going to school like this that you didn't even think about being around your family beforehand. Breakfast proceeds normally, though. Once you've eaten, you take care in keeping yourself covered as you head outside.

Tossing your backpack in the back seat of your car, you sit down in front of the steering wheel. Finally, you're in a safe zone. You spread your legs and lift your skirt up a bit, staring down at your exposed pussy. Wow, this is unreal! Are you really going to do this?

You pull the back of your skirt out from beneath you, allowing your bare ass to sit directly on the material of the car seat. You rub your tush around a little to get a good feel for it. It's such a simple thing, and yet it's so exciting.

Enjoying the softness against your rear, you back out of the driveway and head to school. The parking lot is always breezy to some extent, so you take care to keep your skirt down until you're inside. After a brief stop at your locker, you head to the classroom for your first class of the day and take your usual seat. Aside from the fact that you know you're not wearing panties, everything feels the same way it always does. You wonder just how the rest of the day will go.

The first two periods pass very quietly. Before third period starts, you find yourself thirsting for something, anything that isn't part of your usual daily procedure, so you brush your skirt back again and set your butt down on the wooden chair of your desk. Your skin sticks to the wood due to your lack of panties, but overall you're content with the experience.

Your fourth period lunch is easily the most challenging part of the day so far since the entire senior class is concentrated into the same area. You and your friends carry on your typical conversations while you eat, as always. Not much happens until, at one point, you lean down to grab something from your backpack. Forgetting for a small time that you're without underwear, you lean over quite far, enough so that you're sure anyone who was looking would have noticed what you've got going on. You jolt back up in a hurry and try to act normal. No one is staring at you, nor do they mention anything about it, so you figure no one noticed. That was careless, though. You'll have to be more careful.

Fifth and sixth period are uneventful. Seventh period is the same, although you're reminded by your teacher that you need to speak with her about a topic for your final paper of the year. She says she'll make some time for you after school and tells you to come by her office then. Great, that's just what you wanted to do: stay at school late.

By the time your eighth and final period of the day comes around, you feel the novelty of your no panties day has worn off and all you can think about is going home. Leave it to school to take all the fun out of anything and everything. You soldier through the class until you hear the bell ring. Most everyone else gets to go home now, but, of course, you have to go discuss your upcoming paper with your teacher. You stop at your locker to grab what you need for tonight before heading to your teacher's office. Nearly half an hour later, half a freaking hour, you're free at last. Good god almighty, she would not shut up. You got your topic settled just fine, but holy shit, lady.

Unsurprisingly, the third floor hall is completely empty when you step out into it. Before you go, you stop by the bathroom. You try to pull down your underwear before you sit to do your business, only to realize there's nothing there. That's the second time you've done that today. **** of habit, you suppose. Once you're finished, you go to wash your hands. You hear the bathroom door open behind the section of wall covering it. Then you hear another, more peculiar sound. Was that...the lock?

You turn toward the entrance to see a girl with long, dirty blonde hair and glasses enter your view. Oh, it's only your friend Haley.

Haley is shorter than you, and very thin and bony. You only really got to know her last year when she started sitting at your table during lunch because she knew another of your friends. It wasn't long before she was just another member of the clique. She and you were actually the first two of the group to turn 18. She's never been what you'd call your closest friend or anything, but you've gotten along well with her since you became acquainted.

"Hey," she greets you.

Rolling your eyes, you tell her she scared you and grab some paper towels to dry your hands. You ask her why she's still at school.

Haley drops her backpack to the floor. "Oh, I just had something I needed to take care of," she says, walking toward you.

You feel a slap against your ass. Startled, you jump back against the counter, staring wide-eyed at your friend.

Haley smiles impishly at you. "I thought I noticed something during lunch," she says. "Someone's been a bad girl."

At lunch? Shit, someone did see when you leaned over! You fumble over your words, trying to come up with an explanation.

"Oh, you don't have to explain anything to me," she says, giving you an oddly seductive look. "I know all about it."

Curiously, you watch her pull her smartphone from her pocket. She gives it a few taps before turning it around to face you. You fall speechless at what you see. She has a picture of you standing at your balcony door in only your underwear. This is...this is from that night last week when you first started doing all these crazy things!

"Did you know I lived behind you?" she asks. "I don't think I ever told you. Oh, but this isn't my favorite one. I think I like this one better."

She messes with the phone some more and flips it toward you again. You feel your mouth start to run dry. This time it's a picture from Friday morning of you perched atop the pool's fence, right after you'd slipped and accidentally taken that bar inside of you.

"Poor thing," Haley says, shaking her head. "I wanted to go help you, but I would've blown my cover, you know? Oh, don't worry, though; after you went home, I climbed that fence and wiped the blood off so no one would get all suspicious and start looking into things."

You feel like you're about to faint. Flabbergasted, you barely manage to form the words to ask her why she has these pictures.

Haley tilts her head, looking upon you with fond eyes. "Because I've always been watching you," she says, drawing nearer. "That's why I started sitting with you guys at lunch: because I wanted to be closer to you. I was always looking at you during class, staring at your balcony, even driving by that restaurant just to catch a peek of you working."

She places her hands on your thighs and slides them under your skirt, running them all the way up to your waist. "You always seemed so pure and hard-working; I just couldn't bring myself to do anything that might corrupt you," she says, leaning in close. "But seeing you do these things, I was so happy because now I know we're both the same."

Haley sticks her tongue out and licks the tip of your nose, causing you to fall back over the bathroom counter out of surprise. Giggling, she steps away and bites down on her lip. She raises a finger up in the air as she eyes you, twirling it in a circle.

"Turn around for me?" she asks.

You stand there gawking at her. What the fuck? She's been watching you this whole time? Is she obsessed with you or something? Where did all this come from? And now she wants you to turn around? What's going to happen if you do? This is way too much for your brain to process right now...