An ill timed gust of wind

You make your way across the quad after a decent enough lunch. The best you can get from the student cafeteria anyway. The sun shines down on you, and you smile for the first time since the strange encounter with Suzy. You almost forget that you're not wearing any panties under you flowing, thigh high skirt.

On your way across campus, among other people, you see a group of really cute guys throwing a football back and forth, and running plays against imaginary defenders. You stop and watch for a bit, admiring them from a far. Suddenly, one of them misses a catch, and the ball goes wild, rolling to a stop at your feet. They all turn toward you.

"Hey, can we get our ball?" Says one of the men, his chiseled body visible through his white t-shirt that has become soaked with sweat.

This is your chance. All your life you've thrown the ball around with your dad and brothers. Time to impress. You pick up the ball, and pull back your arm with textbook form, and throw a perfect spiral that flies through the air, directly toward the group of men. Suddenly, you feel a gust of wind come from behind you, and lift your skirt up above your waist, revealing your round backside, and dark brown bush to everybody watching you.

You scramble to push your skirt down, and it seems like an eternity before you can cover up, when it was really just a second or two. There is a loud cheer, and then laughter, as a heavy blush rises in your cheeks. Unable to just go back to your room, you hastily make your way to your next class, silently hating Suzy as you do so. As you sit down in your desk, you still can't get over what just happened.

"I need to get over it. Well guess what, I can teach lessons too." Suddenly, a plan for **** starts forming in your head.