Yes, But…

Dusting off her knees and picking out a loose bit of gravel that had embedded itself in her face, Penny looked past the humiliated goth and pointed to where the shirt lay just a few paces behind her. "Looks like that's the one. And hey, it really isn't so bad for you." She gestured to herself. "I mean, I'm not exactly colour coordinated here. At least you aren't wearing anything to clash."

Carrie looked at Penny’s ensemble and rolled her eyes. “We can trade if you want, I’d much rather take a mismatched bra than have to use my hands.” And with that, the dark-haired, red-faced, girl turned around and bent over to grab her fallen shirt. This action offered Penny much more of an intimate glimpse of her friend than she’d ever bargained for.

"Sweet Mary and Joseph above..." Penny murmured with her cheeks flushing gently, looking away to preserve what was left of her near-nude friend's modesty, and as she did so, she placed her hands into her pockets. At the very least, she could pass off the sports bra as part of her running kit…

Carrie picked up the black garment on the ground but felt a strange resistance as she pulled it towards herself. Not considering the consequences of such a risky move, she pulled with all her might and was dismayed to hear the sound of ripping fabric when the shirt came free. “Oh please no.” Carrie murmured as she held it up to assess the damage. The bottom half had been removed entirely, still anchored to the ground by the rock it had been caught on. With a sigh, Carrie put it on and found that while it still covered her boobs, that’s where the coverage ended. From the ribs down, it was nothing but bare skin until her lacy underwear. Carrie turned to Penny and stiffened. “Do you hear something...?”

"Hear something?" Penny asked with a raised eyebrow, as she kept an ear out for whatever it was that her friend was talking about, even as the gap in her shorts widened further and further, soon exposing even more than just her knickers, showing off her pale thighs to the side.