Take the main path

After emerging from the dorm, I raced to the nearby crosswalk, but as I approached, the signal changed. Waiting for the next walk signal would likely cost me at least a minute, and I wondered if I should have taken a shortcut instead. While I stood there, a group began to form around me as fellow students arrived from the dorms. Looking across the street, I could see our reflections in a window, and I realized a few of the guys standing behind me were seriously checking out my backside. It felt nice to be admired. When I turned to look back, they promptly straightened and pretended to look away. Typical boys.

Once the signal changed, I sprinted ahead of the crowd and along the main campus walkway. With each stride, I realized how much easier it was to run in this skirt compared to any of my longer versions. Due to its short length and freedom of movement, the material glided easily with my jogging motion. It even felt better than any running shorts I'd ever worn during PE in high school. Meanwhile, the breeze across the exposed areas just below the skirt felt amazing. Although I'd never considered running for exercise, I now wondered what I'd been missing.

Along the way, I hastily weaved my way through clusters of other students. Looking up, I spotted the central clock tower, and I realized I had less than 5 minutes to reach my building, climb the outer steps, two sets of inner stairs, and traverse a long length of hallways to reach my class.

Immediately, I broke into a run at my fastest pace. Although I'd never been very athletic, my long legs had always allowed me to be one of the faster girls in my class. With every bound, I felt a rush of air across my pussy and a tap of the soft fabric fluttering over by bottom. At the same time, by breasts were heaving with my rapid breaths and bouncing with each stride. Although my blouse and bra worked to contain them, it felt as if my boobs were trying to break free with every footfall.

At this speed, dodging the other students became a crazy obstacle course. My haphazard path took a toll on my muscles, but adrenaline allowed me to keep the pace. Abruptly, I pivoted to avoid running into someone, but as I turned...SMACK!

I collided with a blond boy sending both of us tumbling into the grass beside the walkway. After I landed on my rump with my legs bent spread-eagle, I slowly began to shake off the effect of the hit and sat up. Simultaneously, the boy began to recover from his fall onto his back leaving his head near my feet. Gradually, he turned his head sideways to look toward me.

"I'm sorry..." I began.

Our eyes briefly met, but then his gaze dropped lower and his eyes widened. "Don't be. I'm not," he insisted, and a big grin grew across his face.

I felt bad for knocking him down, but I figured the view I'd given him had more than made up for it. By the time I stood up, a small crowd had formed near us wondering what the fuss was about. "I'm going to be late for class," I groaned and then took off at top speed. To avoid the remaining students, I changed course across the grass toward the bottom of the steps. Along the way, I hurdled over a short row of shrubs. For a moment, I realized that anyone watching me likely got quite an eyeful during my jump, but I didn't care. Getting to class on time was the only thing that mattered now.

Taking them by twos, I ran up the steps and into the building. Upon entering, I was relieved to see the elevator door opening. After I followed a group of five girls and two guys into the brightly lit elevator, I turned and waited for the door to close. Just as it began to shut, a hand reached in and a voice cried, "Wait!" Four more guys squeezed themselves into the small compartment. As the other students jockeyed for position, I'd somehow ended up tightly surrounded by all six guys.

While the elevator rose, I noticed that the guys on either side of me were looking downward, and I eventually looked down as well. The freshly waxed floor behaved almost like a mirror, and I could see a clear reflection of my pussy and surrounding pubic hair. I soon discovered all 6 guys were looking at the same thing. Well, this was awkward. I smiled slightly, then looked up to see we'd finally arrived at the second floor. After four of the guys and two of the girls exited, I took the opportunity to move into the corner near the door and leaned against the wall to prevent further viewing. A notable look of disappointment crossed the faces of the remaining guys, though I detected a growing bulge in both of their pants. Had I'd actually aroused them? Finally, we reached the third floor and the door opened. I made a beeline for class, but just before I reached it, the door went closed. Oh shit! I'm late!