The skirt

"F... fine." Lauren said. "Whatever!"

She was trying to pretend to not care at all, though the quaver in her voice made her bluster transparently obvious. Then she lowered her hands, grasping the sides of her tiny skirt. She reluctantly, her hands shaking, began lowering the skirt down. She shimmied her hips, slipping the skirt off her meaty lower half without rising up.

Evan, Dennis and the other boys plainly leered. Lauren blushed furiously as she pulled her skirt down until it fell to the floor around her ankles. Immediately both her hands went to her crotch, to cover her womanhood barely contained in the thong. As for her hips, her ass in the seat, those parts were left exposed and bare and barely concealed by far too little fabric.

Knees clacking together, Lauren bent and grasped her skirt. She threw it to Dennis, who caught it with a smug grin that infuriated Lauren all the more. She was in her panties- but the slutty panties Britney had given her, that showed far, far more then she ever wanted! And, the game was still ongoing...