Jill's tast of EMF

To get to her first-class Jill had to walk up a flight of stairs. An act she had done hundreds of times before without incident. But she always had panties on then. Today, Jill didn't, and it sucked. She had tried going up really fast, but too many of her classmates were just milling about on the middle landing and she got stuck.

Looking down Jill saw several jocks standing just below her. All three were looking up and one was even pointing in her direction.

"Oh Dam." Jill mumbled.

"Feeling frisk?" one of the jocks hollered. It was James Price. He was a linebacker and a prick.

Her face flushed with embarrassment; Jill started to push her way through the crowd.

"Hey." one of her classmates fused. "What's the hurry?"

"Hey Brian. What are you doing?" Tracy asked. She sounded friendly enough, but Brian knew differently.

"Um... N-nothing... Just getting my books for class." Brian stammered.

"One of those wouldn't happen to be a spell book, would it?" Tracy eyed the goth closely. If anyone knew magic in this school, it would be Brian Sheldon.

"Um... N-no."

Tracy knocked Brian's book out of his hands for good measure. None of them looked like spell book. Just a stack of plan ordinary schoolbooks.

"Hey!" Brian protested.

Grabbing the goth's wrist Tracy mercilessly twisted it into an uncomfortable position. Tracy knew Brian was no fighter and that she held all the power.

"You know me, and my sister had been having a wardrobe issue and I think you're the cause." Tracy explained.

"Ow... I don't know what you're talking about."

Tracy leaned in close. "I think you do know what I'm talking about. And I think you better fix things real quick." she explained.

"Ok... Ok. I'll do whatever you want!"

Tracy lightened up her grip on Brian's arm but didn't let go. "So, it's a deal, no more disappearing clothes."

"What? I didn't take steal your clothes!" Brian blurted.

Tracy let go of Brian's arm. "Oops... Sorry, wrong perv. Just forget I said anything. Bye."

Tracy walked away from a confused Brian. Mumbling under her breath. "If it's not him then who?"

Jill's first class was History. A wonderfully boring subject in her mind. This already distasteful class was made infinitely worse by the fact she wasn't wearing any panties.

Jill couldn't help, but glance around nervously every few moments. Checking to see if any of the guys were paying undo attention. It sucked having to remember to keep her legs crossed. She wasn't used to sitting like that and they kept uncrossing whenever her mind wondered.

After the incident on the stair, Jill knew word would get around about her predicament. Boy's like to talk about panty less girls. Maybe it was time to rethink her arrangement with her sister.