So, prompted by Sam72, and some other various factors, I'm going to continue the story!!!! Yayyy! I mean which gentleman can refuse a girl right? Especially someone who compared me to Jappio ^^
Self pat on the back for finally getting out of hibernation and escaping the eternal reality of laziness.
Okay the lameness ends here. Sorry about that.
The Story:
“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” John finally broke the silence, as they walked towards the nurse’s office. The hallway was quiet as the rest of the students were still having their lessons and so his voice echoed through the hallway.
“Shhh!” Elissa chided, frowning at her neighbor, “What do you want the whole school to know?
Elissa looked down and saw her two stubborn nipples, poking at her shirt.
It looked so damn obvious. Wait, why was he asking this question? Shouldn’t the sender know the reason why I’m not wearing my bra? The sender isn’t my neighbor? But but… Then who is it? Or is he just fucking with me?
“No,” John lifted his eyebrows, his eyes flashed from his boobs to look her in the eyes. At least he was trying to be polite.
The rest of the jouney was rather quiet as Elissa struggled to check who the unknown messenger was. Before she knew it, she was at the nurse’s office. She thanked John for bringing her here and assured the nurse that she was fine.
In minutes, she was left on her own lying on the bed. The nurse had left to attend to some other business.
Feeling okay?
“It’s all because of you,” Elissa mumbled, blaming the sender. She typed out the same words and sent the message.
Well, I hope you are feeling better. Looking at pretty girls getting hit in the face isn’t enjoyable at all. Maybe you should stop looking at how obvious your nipples are when playing a game of dodge ball. But look at the bright side, at least you don’t have to shower in the male changing room.
Elissa blushed, so he had seen everything.
How about this? You seemed to think that I was your neighbor. How about we play a game? For every piece of clothing you take off, I’ll tell you a detail about me.
Elissa looked around. There was no one in sight. She was in a section at the corner of the room. There was even a curtain to cover the section around her bed. Elissa also had a blanket covering her body. Her bag, John had kindly taken it for her, was on the side, so she would be able to hide the clothes. It was easy.
Elissa took off her shorts and pulled the curtains around her (on hindsight, she realized should have taken of the shorts after she had pulled the curtains), then typed into the phone: Shorts off.
I am a guy.
She was already pretty certain it was a guy. That was a rather useless piece of information.
Last edit.
Panties first or shirt? Elissa wondered. She briefly considered which article of clothing she would need if suddenly there was an emergency and she had to leave the office. Panties, she decided, reasoning that it would cover more area than her tiny panties. She reached for the familiar waistband around her hips and took the tiny thing off.
“Panties off,” Elissa typed into the phone.
I am from one of your classes.
Another piece of information that was hardly helpful.
“Are you going to send me any useful information?” Elissa typed, rolling her eyes though she knew the sender would not be able to see the expression. Elissa rubbed her legs against each other under the blanket.
Depends. Are you going to be naked under that sheet of yours?
“Why don’t you let me ask a question instead?” Elissa entered the words into her phone.
And why would I do that?
“Because you have a very cute and almost naked girl asking you for a favor,” Elissa teased, biting her lip as she clicked the “Send” button.
Ask away. But only after that last article of clothing is hung on top of the curtains.
Elissa looked up at what was holding the curtains. It was a pole that was made a rectangular L-shape around the section where her bed was. It was really high, so much so that throwing it up and allowing it to hang on the pole would take precise skill and immense luck. Then there was the question of getting the shirt down. She would possibly have to jump really, really high. But the sender was giving her a blank cheque, she could ask him anything she wanted.
Elissa reached for the bottom of her shirt and in one swift movement, she took the tight shirt off, letting her boobs hang free. She looked at her breast momentarily, observing the hardness of her nipples. It must have been the contact with the tight shirt and the chill of the air conditioning. She took the shirt, spun it like in the rodeo movies, and threw it up at the pole.
Elissa was note really expecting it to work on the first try, but she didn’t think that the shirt would fall beyond the curtains and land outside the safety of her concealed section.
Shit.
She peeked her head out of the curtain and spotted her shirt not far from her section. Still no one.
“Thank you nurse for actually doing your job and not idling in the office,” Elissa muttered to herself. She made sure that there was no one that could see her once again before dashing out of the curtains to pick up the shirt. As she grasped her shirt though, she heard voices coming from the hallway. She immediately ducked and squatted under a desk. She heard a pair of heels click on the polished floor. The footsteps got louder and louder and eventually, they ended.
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