Rope climbing

At the announcement of the new exercise Monica wanted to run. Really run, not the half hearted jogging she had just done to stay behind the class. Now her ass would be in plain sight to the whole class and her shorts also felt like they were riding up.

She was afraid to adjust it , not only because it might make it worse, but somewhere in her mind her etiquette training told her not to adjust her clothes in public. Monica was torn, did she go and quickly get it over with, or could she wait and hope for the bell to ring before it was her turn.

In the end she waited, watching the other girls with her fingers crossed, hoping for salvation. But it wasn't meant to be. Monica wasn't the only one watching the clock. Their coach decided that since time was running out she would just shake up the lazy ones.

While Monica was in her own world watching the clock , all the other girls lingering at the back of the group were called up one by one. Until her cover was basically gone. Of course that just meant she was next.

Monica nearly cried when she heard her name called. Then the bell rang!

But there was no reprieve. Her teacher just nodded to the rope. It was the warning bell afterall and most people had study hall after P.E. anyway. She wasn't going to get out of this. And with such an audience too. Monica thought that everybody stayed due to some order she hadn't heard, but the truth was much simpler.

While she told herself that all the eyes were just her imagination, the other girls drank in their fill. The pale roundness and thick thighs jiggled as she walked to the front of the group. Aurora smirked at how the girls on either side of her stood slack jawed at the flesh on display as Monica started her shimmy up the rope. Satisfied that her order was followed, their coach stepped away to lock away the mats, missing the rest of the show.

With her back to them as she went up the first rope, Monica was a sight, but one that the girls tired of after a while. Some girls had started to drift away, figuring they would go while the teacher was distracted, but then she reached out for the other rope.

'Look!', the gasp was a barely there murmur from a single voice but it caught the attention of all the other girls. The rope exercise was simple. Climb to the top of rope A and reach over to Rope B. Climb down rope B.

But Monica's maneuver had a lot more to it. As she stretched her right leg to hook into the hole in the second rope, she showed the result of all that exercise on her shorts. Aurora herself was shocked. She was the one to 'adjust' the shorts, but she didn't think Monica realized just how much was showing.

The now narrow strip just barely covered her pink pussy. Hurrying to finish this ordeal, Monica kept fumbling the rope. Each slip of her leg brought one side of her lower lips in and out of view of her rapt audience.

Finally hooking her foot into place Monica reached across with her right arm, glad that her ordeal was almost over. But Aurora couldn't let the show end so quickly. Especially not with the feeling of something she felt right at the edge of her senses. Where was it coming from?

With a snap of Aurora's fingers, the game of peek-a-boo was over. The ropes moved away from each other, forcing Monica into an almost split. Luckily for her, the material of her shorts was designed to prevent wedgies. Also lucky for the watchers, this meant that the material instead sagged, slipping to the side and exposing Monica's pussy to her classmates.

So transfixed by an exposure they would expect from a lower class girl, the girls almost couldn't believe that one of their own was above them, legs spread in a free show. Some of them had no idea what to do with the flash of lust the sight gave them.

The crashing sound of the bell surprised everyone. The coach now on her phone, Monica focused on the rope, the other girls focused on Monica and Aurora realizing that spark of power was coming from a girl in the class that she had never spoken to before. Aurora's broken concentration released the ropes from her influence, Monica finally getting her feet back on the ground.

The show now over the other girls scampered off to change. A strange hush over the crowd as their privileged upbringings warred with a sight the rest of society celebrated... some of them wondering what it would be like if they showed that much skin.

Finally free and unaware of the full show she gave her classmates, Monica hurried to the washing machine area, finding that her clothes were ready to be dried. Popping them in a dryer and setting it on the highest setting, she proceeded to the shower area. This time she made sure to collect an actual towel to dry off.

Stepping out of the shower to an empty locker room again, she was hit with the scary thought that Aurora could have messed with her remaining clothes. Gasping, she ran over to the dryer, finding her clothes still spinning. Pressing the stop button she reached in for her sweater and skirt, the only clothes she had other than tiny gym clothes.