Strike a new deal

Anna wasn't interested in tattle telling. After all, what happened in class was on account of Beth's antics. Perhaps there is a more interesting solution.

Anna smirked. "I think we can work something out. Besides, just getting you in trouble wouldn't be any fun."

Beth's voice wavered at Anna's sudden confidence, "What did you have in mind?"

"You seemed quite the enthusiast for pushing boundaries earlier. I'm thinking you try it yourself."

"Ha, there's no way I would go to a class like you are. Even if I had a note, I'm not some kind of pervert."

"You might want to hear out my offer before you make up your mind. I'm thinking we trade clothes and you take this note to your next class. If your teacher doesn't call the principal, I'll take the clothes back. It's either this, or you go turn yourself in."

Anna is walking all over Beth. She was supposed to be pushing Anna around. Anna is the shy one; where did she get all of this confidence from. Beth needed to do something to get her leverage back. "I'll raise your bet."

Anna was surprised. "What do you mean by that?"

"I bet my teacher won't even ask for the note. If I'm right, you have to take your clothes back and get rid of your bra."

"And if he does, you'll get rid of yours?"

"Yes." Beth stuck out her hand.

"Deal. You are just making this easy on me." Anna shook Beth's hand.

The two began removing their clothes while facing away from each other. Anna blushed when she realized how exposed they are in the corner of the history room. She had bluffed so much confidence to convince Beth to take the bet that Anna hadn't even considered leaving the room. Anna peeked back to see if her rival was finished stripping.

As Beth removed her bra, Anna caught an eyeful of Beth's pale ass. It looked small and firm; she felt a strong urge to poke it.

"Um, excuse me?" Beth spoke.

These words startled Anna and she looked to Beth's face.

She spoke again, "I thought we were trading clothes, not admiring each other's bodies."

Anna turned bright red with the knowledge that Beth had noticed her staring. She stuck out her hands with a small pile of clothes. Trading piles, the two began to clothe themselves. After a moment, Anna was modest once again and Beth was showing more cleavage than she'd ever shown in school before.

Satisfied, Anna left the classroom and left for her computer science class. Beth continued adjusting her clothing to see if there was any way to make her skimpy clothing any less conspicuous. Neither Anna nor Beth were gifted with big breasts, but Anna's are definitely smaller, noted by the way the bra stretched. Inversely, she has smaller hips than Anna causing the skirt to sit uncomfortably low, precariously balanced on the edges of her hips.

Giving up on making the outfit look any more honest, Beth held her pack to her chest and began walking to the orchestra room. The backpack was big enough to provide reasonable coverage of her rule-breaking clothing to make it to the large music room. Students were pulling out their instruments, tuning and preparing for the class to begin.

Beth plays the bass. Hiding behind the large instrument might help her sneak under the radar of the strict orchestra director. Then again, hiding in the room where the large instruments are stored all class or finding someplace else to hide sounded much more comforting. Skipping this class would certainly have its consequences though. Hell hath no fury like an angry music director.