At Lucy's school you accidentally flash someone

Jess turned to chat with Lucy, who sat in the back seat. At first you felt too awkward about your clothes to join in, but by the time you approach Lucy's school you'd joined in as well.

Being eighteen, Lucy was in her last year of high school. She was a year behind you, and you knew some of her friends by sight. Which meant that they'd know you too. In spite of chatting with the two girls you found yourself scooching down in the seat, hoping none of her friends would see you in your daring new outfit.

Naturally there was a line of cars in front of the school, where over-protective parents letting their children out.

"Hey Ash, get out of the car a sec," Lucy said, popping open the door.

"Huh? Why?"

"Just do it!" she insisted.

"Dressed like this?" you looked over to Jess, hoping for support. You really should have known better.

"Go on, you slut, you know you want the attention," she said with a wink. "Or are you scared?"

Not willing to give in and admit that you were embarrassed and nervous, you slid out of the car, turning to close the door behind you once you were upright and steady on your tall heels.

"Nice ass, sis," Lucy taunts, and you turn, pointing your ass at the car, remembering just how tiny the skirt is. Your hands reach behind you, and sure enough the skirt it halfway up your butt. You quickly tug it down.

"Get a nice good look?" you ask Lucy, then look past her, meeting the wide-eyes of a middle-aged guy who'd completely forgotten about his little princess, who sauntered into the school while he still held her door open.

Lucy followed your gaze, then burst into giggles. "Ooh, that was cool. How'd you know he would be looking?"

"I, uh, have a sixth sense for these thing," you tell her, trying to act casual.

"Well I bet you made his day. I'm gonna want to hear all about the guys you tease today."

"Um, right," you say with a nod.

"Oh heck, give me a hug," Lucy says, startling you as she whips her arms around you. The two of you never hug, but a moment later you know why she's doing it as your skirt is yanked up.

"Hey!" you exclaim, reaching behind you to adjust your skirt. As you're doing that she yanks down your tube top and starts walking toward the door, leaving your breasts completely exposed to the middle-aged guy and anyone else who was looking your way. Quickly you yanked the skirt down and the top up, only to find that the door was locked.

"Jess! Let me in!"

"What?" she calls out.

Leaning over you cup your hands, putting them against the window. "Let me in!"

The window slides down.

"Jess, let me in!"

"What? Your arms don't work? Just lean in and unlock the door yourself," she says with a roll of her eyes.

Giving her the glare of **** you do so, unlocking and then opening the door before retracting your head. Glancing back you see the old guy still standing there, eyes glues on your mid-section, a sizable tent in his trousers. Blushing furiously you slip into the car, wondering as you sit why you didn't pull down the skirt first.

"Now to our school," Jess says, as if you needed instructions. With the blood pounding through you, from embarrassment and arousal, you find it harder than usual to concentrate, and leave Jess to play with her phone while you drive.

"Oh. I've got an idea you'll love!" she says suddenly.