Scouting for the sweater, topless.

“Good morning, class, we will continue to resolve the exercises of page 26 to complete last week’s lesson, so please open your textbooks and begin.” Declared the teacher, he hadn’t paid attention to the class, he was about to take attendance, Arianne was third, so while scanning her class, she waited for her call.

“Arianne Sears?” said the teacher, he was looking directly at the attendance list, so he hadn’t seen Arianne’s vulgar state. “Here” Arianne responded, nervous to what could happen to her if she was caught.

During this, a few boys finally picked up on her state, and blatantly, started to notify their other friends. “Yooo, look at that girl at the corner, she’s not wearing a shirt or something!”, “Her name’s Arianne, right? they just called her for attendance”, “Is she a streaker?” Said the boys while looking at Arianne.

She obviously heard and saw them talking about her, so she crouched on her desk to mitigate the boys’ vision, her tits were pressuring against the desk, this just ruined her field of vision to check for the sweater, she quickly thought, “I could crouch down and look for it on 4 legs, I don’t want to call the attention of those pervy boys...”

She sneaked through her chair and got on the floor crawling, searching for the sweater, she now could see the floor better, and finally saw it, to her left, in the middle row of the classroom. The seats were distributed in 3 rows of four desks of width, she had to move between an open space to reach the sweater, and get near a boy sitting by it.

She crawled by some of the desks above her, none of the people sitting there noticed, they were busy doing the classwork, with only one kid playing on his 3DS.

She reached the end of her row, got up, and walked up to the desk of the boy sitting beside the sweater, she laid one arm up to her breasts, and with no intention of talking to the boy, he looked to her direction and saw her.

“Wow, what the heck? Where’s your shirt?” asked the boy, he wasn’t part of the group of perverted boys stalking her. He said it very politely, and didn’t want to make a scene of it. “I-I n-need that s-sweater, b-beside you...” responded Arianne, the boy looked down and saw the pink sweater, he reached for it and handed it to her free hand. “I’m Anthony by the way, umm... this is really awkward, how did it even got here?” jokingly responding to Arianne, she blushed and laid the sweater up to her bra with both of her arms. “L-long s-story, i-i-I have to g-go…” said Arianne, as she walked away from Anthony, without even saying her name to him. He felt a bit disappointed, but continued with his work.

She returned to her desk, behind the desks of her line classmates, and sat on her desk. Arianne wore on the sweater, and as she raised the zipper, a paper airplane slowly crashed on the side of her head and fell onto her boobs, she blushed, and let it land on the desk. After she raised the zipper to its maximum point, it had worsened after the kick, and now only it covered up to the upper part of her boobs, she opened the paper plane and read a note it had on it.