School's Out, Buns Out

As Renee gulped, the halls flooded with her fellow peers all fixated on the redheads skirtless situation. Because her palms were covering the front piece of her thing and her cheeks had consumed the string, it looked like she wasn't wearing anything below her waist. People made sure to let her know.

"Looks like we caught her in the act, knew she enjoyed streaking!"

"Look at that pair of peaches! Is she commando?!"

"Jesus she probably has those tanlines to accent her assets."

Renee pushed her way past the crowd toward the entrance of the school, feeling people slapping and grabbing at her ample rear. One hand had managed to snap her thong deeper into her crack giving people a slight view of her lower lips from behind. She squeaked as she finally made it to the doors rushing to her car as people took photos of their class president's cheeks.