Waiting for the bus

Gina ran downstairs, past her mom, and grabbed her backpack before slipping out the door. She breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the house and its stressors. She slowly made her way to the end of the block, where she waited for the bus with her friend.

"Hey Susie." She greeted.

"Hey! You do the homework for Mrs. Glazer's class?" Susie asked.

"Shit, I totally forgot. Mind if I take a look at yours?" Gina replied.

"Of course!" Susie smiled.

The bus arrived and the two girls boarded. They sat together in the same row every morning. Susie took her homework out of her bag, and Gina quickly scribbled the answers onto her paper.

"Fucking Grazer. The old cow always looks like she's chewing gum, but never has anything in her mouth." Gina commented, using her often-used nickname for Mrs. Glazer.

The bus hit a bump, and just like that, the rip along the back of her skirt yawned open further, exposing her panty-clad posterior against the pleather upholstered seat.

"Well, she is ugly, and it is odd about the chewing part. But at least her assignments are easy enough for you to copy before we get to school hahaha!" Susie tried to cheer her friend up.

Gina looked at her sunny friend, wondering what she did to be saddled with an eternal ray of sunshine when all she wanted was to wallow in darkness. But Susie had her perks.

"Like letting me do her homework, like a sap." she thought.

POP!

A button from her shirt has suddenly popped off, skittering on the floor of the bus, never to be seen or heard from again. Gina looked down and saw the button has been the one between her breasts. The lost button know let the shirt open wide, exposing the lace between her bra cups, and the pink bow that adorned it. She normally didn't wear anything this "cute", but her mother had pressured her to buy it. She wore it, but was never happy when she did, which suited her personality just fine.

"Ooh, cute bra! Hmm... pity we cant find the button, but...I think I have a safety pin!" Susie dug into her backpack.

The girl produced the item, and Gina wasted no time covering the exposed garment. Sighing with relief, the bus then stopped outside the school, and the busload of students left. Susie noticed the baby pink cotton panties exposed by the large rip on the back of Gina's skirt. The girl wanted to say something, bit the smile on her face, and the blush that appeared signified the fact she'd rather see her friend's underwear for a while longer. Gina and Susie now had to make their way to their first class.