Say something

Anthony gives up his vow of silence and chooses life as he loudly struggles to escape the girl's unintentional skirt-based suffocation. Wanting to quickly make it explicitly clear that he "just woke up", Anthony screams,

"Tina!? What are you doing here?" he said in a very natural and convincing tone, at least enough to convince a ditz like Tina.

"Oh! Um, hi...Andrew?"

"It's Anthony."

"Anthony! Sorry...I was just uh–looking for something. Sorry for waking you up." Tina said, hoping to god that he didn't see her current "predicament".

"Well, what is it? I could probably help you find it." Anthony said sincerely.

"Aw, thank you. I can't find my pan–" Tina cut herself off and started to blush. She almost immediately snitched on herself. "P-pants bag. Ya know, my gym bag. With my gym pants..." Tina explained sheepishly.

"Oh...right." Anthony said nervously, knowing full well that Tina meant to say something else. But pants would definitely solve her current situation and he was willing to help her find some. "Hmm...now that I think about it, the only bag I've seen in here is the one on top of the shelf. Is that yours?" Anthony pointed at the mysterious bag sitting atop the high shelf.

"That's not my–oh, no wait. Yeah, that's it. Good eye. Someone must have moved it there." Tina replied. She recognized the blue and white duffel bag as Renee's "backup" bag she keeps in the store room for emergencies. Surely, there's got to be spare clothes in it. But what Tina didn't know was how Renee retrieved said bag, which was by using the broom in the utility storage cabinet to fish it down. Without this knowledge, the two were stumped about how to get it down.

"Hmm...how do we get it down?" Tina said while rubbing her chin for ideas. The bench can't move, neither of them are that tall and can't jump that high and standing on the boxes would be dangerous and might break the contents. That only leaves one option.

"Can you give me a boost?" Anthony proposed.

"Huh? No way. You'd break my arms!" Tina joked. A slight smile forming on her face for the first time in a while. Anthony chuckled.

"Well, how about I give you a boost? Or put you on my shoulders?" Anthony suggested, feigning innocence. Tina's face began turning red again, thinking about all the ways that could go wrong. She racked her brain for any excuse not to expose her nethers.

"Y-you think you could lift me?" Tina asked timidly, looking as if she was fishing for compliments.

"Yeah. You don't look heavy to me." Anthony said smoothly. Tina really appreciated the compliment and for some reason, that annoyed her.

"Aw, you're sweet. But I'm wearing a skirt so I don't think that's the best idea." Tina explained calmly. Anthony fired back quickly.

"You're not wearing tights? It's no big deal. I won't look, promise. I'll help you grab it and we can be out of here super quick." Anthony argued. At first, Tina thought to argue back. It wasn't ladylike, she didn't believe him, what if she fell, all arguments she thought of bringing to the table. But at the end of the day, if she left now, she would be right back at square one. On campus in a vulnerable, uncovered state. Worst case scenario, one nice boy saw her lady bits and now she's safe. The idea seemed more and more appealing the more she thought about it. She was locked in thought with her eyes closed. As she opened them to look at Anthony, she saw him staring at her, copying her chin rubbing with a goofy duckface. Tina went into a giggling fit that made Anthony start cackling himself. After sharing a good laugh, Tina conceded.

"Alright. Just give me a boost and let's get outta here." Tina nodded at Anthony and vice versa. He held his clasped hands out for her to step on and she raised her leg. As she straightened her leg, Anthony slowly lifted his hands up to his chest. Realizing that this still wasn't enough height, Tina impulsively hopped at the bag. She only managed to graze the shelf with her fingers before succumbing to gravity. She only realized what she'd done as she fell back to Earth. Tina herself sank like a rock but her skirt couldn't quite keep up. Her body twisted during the maneuver, leaving her facing Anthony directly. She stuck the landing. But her skirt flew up to her bosom, exposing her white blouse which did nothing to hide her muff. Her milky thighs and shaved pussy were briefly on full display and she immediately yanked her skirt down to protect her modesty. As she looked up, breathing heavy, face flush with embarrassment, she saw Anthony looking in the opposite direction. He finally turned around after realizing he caught herself.

"You okay?" Anthony asked meekly. Tina's mouth was agape, not knowing what to say. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, thanks. Let's uh...let's try again." Tina suggested. Anthony was surprised at how quickly she recovered from that near disaster. Although he had to fight every muscle in his modest not to catch a quick glance as she landed, he already had a library of images burned into his memory after his close encounter of the pubic kind. Anthony got back into position. Hands clasped, knees bent, head down. Tina again straightened her leg for height. "Can you go higher?" Tina asked. Anthony grunted.

"Yeah..." Anthony strained to lift the endowed woman past his chest. As much as he tried, his arms failed to go any higher. "G-go–go on my shoulders!" Anthony commanded. His gruff tone communicated the seriousness of the situation and made Tina listen. Without hesitation, she hopped onto his wide shoulders but she was facing the opposite direction he was. She now had just enough height to grab the bag but it was awkward to do without facing it. Anthony's head is supposed to be down, facing the floor. But for a brief moment, his curiosity got the better of him and he looked up at the wide open view before him. Her body wobbled a bit as she strained to reach for the bag behind her. Unbeknowst to Tina in that moment, Anthony could see her puffy pussy once more, glistening with sweat along with her tummy. The shock made Anthony's knees buckle, causing him to crumble.

"Got it–woah!" Tina squealed as she fell to the ground along with Anthony, bag in hand. Anthony hit his head on the way down, leaving him in a daze. For the second time today, he was coming to in the school's storage room. But this time, he was greeted by an even more pleasant sensation. Anthony was now having his face crushed by Tina's succulent thighs. In an unlikely turn of events, his prayers were answered as Tina's stumble to regain her footing pressed her plump tulips further into his own lips. As she lifted herself up, Anthony could briefly see the spit trail from his lips to her labia in the light. "Owie...oop!" Tina squeaked as she slipped once more, not only leaving her legs wide open, exposing her spit-shined coochie, but also using her hand to stop her fall on Anthony's crotch. This was the last bit of stimulation Anthony could take before he "finished" on the spot, falling unconscious for the final time. "Oh my." Tina said under her breath, embarrassed that she accidentally grabbed a handful of Anthony's manhood. Although his arousal was clearly visible beneath his pants, his completion was thankfully hidden, sparing some of his dignity. Tina took one last look at the unconscious Anthony and, rather than risk the potential awkwardness of discussing what just happened, decided to just let him sleep and pretend this was all a dream. She finally opened the bag she tried so hard to retrieve, only to find a pack of band-aids and a note from Tracy that read "Enjoy, you little slut". "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"