Last class before meeting Kate

I slowly walked through the hallways, pulling down on the hoodie to cover the complete wet mess Carrie left between my legs. Maybe I should go to the bathroom first?

I made my way to the closest bathroom, doing my best to not walk around dripping like some kind of horny exhibitionist and tried to clean myself with water and paper towels. I dried my legs and decided that I'd done all I could do for now.

I walked to my next class in the theater classroom and could see it was already in session.

Mrs. Chariot, our Theater teacher, was coordinating the students to get the stage ready for something... A rehearsal, I guess. Students were pulling ropes on the ceiling. Others were carrying props and boxes. Mrs. Chariot was always kind to me, I really liked her, she always encouraged me even though I'm clumsy and terrible at acting. She spotted me in the entrance.

"Hey Erica, how is it going?" she changed her face like she realized what time it was "And how come you're always late? Bah, never mind that! Go help the others with those ropes. We need to get the curtain up and the fly system is jammed." She pointed me to two other students who were trying to figure out how to fix the fly system.

I walked up to them, hands pulling my hoodie down. My shoulder was really visible now. Totally exposed.

The two students were looking up and one began talking without even looking at me. "Erica, go behind the stage and pull the curtain open. We'll try to see which pulley is jammed."

"Ok..." I walked backstage trying to not to call attention to myself.

It was quieter backstage. I spotted the rope and moved towards it. I raised my arms up to pull the rope, only to realize that my the hem of my hoodie had risen up to my belly button again, leaving me bottomless. In a fit of instinct, I let go of the rope and pulled the hoodie down, hard... And with that, I head a loud ripping sound.

RRRRRRRIP

"You ok back there, Erica?" I heard one of the boys ask from behind the curtains.

I was panicking. "Yeah... Yeah, just... Uh... Trying to get a good grip."

"Ah, ok. Let us know when to check the ropes."

I phewed... I now had a brief moment to assess the latest damage to my hoodie.

It was really torn now, from, from shoulder to shoulder. Curious, I decided to stop holding the hoodie with my hands to see if it would stay in place on its own.

Admittedly, I don't have big breasts, but the moment the torn hoodie simply fell to the floor without any resistance, like there was literally nothing to stop it from falling, it was a blow to my self-esteem.

For a second, I stood there naked, with my torn hoodie at my feet. Growing wet... Again. My nipples getting hard... Again... Pointing forward to the ropes I was supposed to be pulling.

I snapped back to reality, quickly crouched down and picked up the hoodie, wearing it the best I could. I was showing a lot of shoulder and collar bone... My cleavage would probably be showing if I had any...

"Erica, what's taking so long?"

I was in no condition to stay in class like this.

"Erica?"