A Poor Wardrobe Choice

Ibuki always considered herself a thrill-seeker. It was clear from a glance that she was up for anything. Her favourite way to get her heart pumping, though, was going commando. Every once in a while she forewent either her bra or her panties. Not only was it freeing, but exhilarating. There had been times she’d almost been caught, but through luck she’d avoided it. Today that luck would run out.

She ran down the hallway with a grin, her chest bouncing despite their size. Feeling extra daring, she skipped underwear altogether, only wearing her shirt and skirt. Ibuki stopped outside the door to the classroom and waited for her heart to calm before stepping in. Avoiding all eye-contact she slowly slid into her seat and glanced up at the board.

Chisa began to talk for a bit, though Ibuki didn’t focus. Her mind was instead conscious of the cool air between her legs. A vague notion in the back of her head told her to reach down and rub. As fast as it came, she pushed the thought away. She was daring, not social-suicidal. Besides, she’d have plenty of time later in her dorm.

By the time she resisted the temptation, everyone had stood up. Blinking a few times, Ibuki joined them as Chisa led them out of the classroom.