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Delving into new desires (Anasyrma & Libraryman)

Rick's jaw just about hit the floor. She always seemed like such a straight laced and innocent girl. Now with this new set of information though he was completely taken aback. He'd have to reevaluate his entire perception of her now.

Then came his grin. A wicked, sleazy grin. This was not only information that a perv like him thrived on, but it was valuable too. If other boys found out that Annika was waltzing around without anything beneath her skirt they'd no doubt never stop harassing her. This he could use.

"Wow, Annika, I had no idea you were a pervert too." Rick said as he scooted closer to her, reaching an arm behind her and around her waist. With his hand on her hip, the older kid drew her in close with no intent of letting her go. "So, is this something you were hoping for? Someone to find out about how much of a pervert you are?
"Now what I want to know is what you'll give me not to blab this out to everyone in the school. What do I get for keeping your secret?"
 
"I-I'm not a pervert, I just- ah!" She yelped quietly when he wrapped his arm around her. He was getting so close to her! Was he going to try to let his hand wander?!

"What you get for... keeping my secret?"
Annika couldn't have imagined things going south this quickly. Of course she wanted to keep the whole school from finding out. Was there no choice but to immediately give in to his blackmail, then? Unless what he asked for was worse than everyone finding out...

That's why he cleverly made her suggest something. That way she might offer more than he would have ever expected to get. And oh, her head was swimming with ideas of what he might want to force her to do. Let him take a peek beneath her shirt? Take an upskirt pic, like the rumors say he loves to?! Or even stick his hands between her legs? Or maybe he was devious enough to make her come to some private place and go way further than that...

At this point, fear or anger or disgust should take over, shouldn't they? Yet, to Annika's deep embarrassment, it was the tingling of her sex that dominated her feelings. Being in a situation like this... it was making her horny, there was no other word for it.
"Uhm... name your price...", she awkwardly whispered. That nobody might even believe him if he blabbed about it all didn't even cross her mind in this moment.
 
His sleazy grin somehow grew even broader as she told him to name his price. Jackpot! Now Rick could get her to do just about whatever he wanted. Within limits probably... but what were those limits? Of course he wanted to get as much as he could out of this. But if he went too far she could just decide that him ratting her out wouldn't be as bad as what he desired of her.

If he could truly have his way, Rick would bend her over behind the football field shed and fuck her brains out. But he very much doubted that she'd go that far. It would have to be more tame, but not too tame so that he would at least get something out of this.

"Scootch over to the wall and face me." He whispered into her ear as his fingers played with the waist of her skirt, stroking her skin and dipping down just beneath now and then. Rick knew what he'd get her to do now. Thankfully no one was sitting across the isle from them so that they could have some privacy at least. None of the other students would know, he thought as he released her from his grip about her hips. "Spread your legs apart and hike up your skirt so I can get a good picture of everything."
 
Annika's heart skipped a beat, maybe more than one. She was carefully breathing in and out throw her slightly open mouth in an effort to calm herself down. The way he was touching her had already made her feel hot, but his demand...! It should have been horrifyingly scary, and it was to a degree, but Annika had to guiltily admit to herself that it was mostly making her really horny.

How horny, though? If she really were to do this... to show him her most intimate spot... it would be multiple times more humiliating if she was visibly aroused. She was fairly sure she wasn't dripping wet yet, but she did feel some moisture already. Was it enough to be noticeable? Were her outer labia glistening? Did her bush conceal it a little, maybe?
Then there was the way he put it... getting a good picture. She wasn't sure whether he actually meant to take a picture, or just meant to express he wanted to get a good look. A picture... he could keep it to himself and then probably masturbate to it countless times. Or spread it on the internet and allow countless guys to masturbate to it! To a real photo of her actual pussy!!

That thought caused a new surge of arousal. Stalling just made it all worse. A decision had to be made, so Annika let her libido decide, and it went for the short-term most pleasurable action.
Her head was still putting up a fight, though. She was trembling a little more as she forced herself to turn in her seat, first parting her legs toward Rick. She bit her lip as she felt her lower lips slightly part, the air touching on parts of her that were getting ever more hot and sticky. Only the skirt was in the way of her shameful exposure now, a single layer, but enough to shield her private area from any views, so it meant everything.
As she started to lift it up it seemed to weigh a ton, suddenly, but lift it she did. At the same time, she closed her eyes, in a bid to assuage her panicked mind. If she didn't see him ogling and potentially taking pics, then it wasn't happening!

Her situation downstairs, now fully revealed to Rick, was a bit more dire than she thought. Yes, her bush was hiding her a tiny little bit. But her outer lips were quite engorged and slightly parted to reveal the glistening, visibly sticky inner labia. Her clit up top wasn't quite poking out of the hood yet, but it wasn't hard to find it.
"Just... just take the pic already..." There was a slight moan to her voice, and her face was flushed fully red.
 
Oh how he loved this. Backing girls into an impossible corner and watching them struggle with themselves. Their inner turmoil was partly why he enjoyed pushing girls into these situations. It was almost as good as the main event! Not quite though. The sight of some pussy or a good set of tits were always going to top his list. His eyes watched every micro expression Annika made as she finally and reluctantly made up her mind.

Rick noted how cute and sexy she looked as the teen bit her lip while turning to face him. This was going to be a good picture, he thought as Annika spread her legs apart as instructed. It was then that he pulled out his phone and readied it's camera. The only reason he hadn't already was because he wasn't convinced that she'd actually do it. Before he'd seen her as such a prude, but now Rick was suspecting that he was wrong. All that was keeping him from thinking that she really was so depraved now was the fact that Annika was shutting her eyes to aid her in this endeavor.

Seeing her eyes closed though gave Rick a wicked idea. With a swipe of his thumb the teenager switched his device over to video and began recording just as she began to slowly raise her skirt. It was agonizing to wait for the big reveal but at the same time such a thrill. Already his cock was straining at his pants, visually tenting the material. And as her virgin slit was revealed at least his eyes bugged at the sight. She was horny, he realized after a few seconds of staring. Normally when he got the chance to make a girl do something like this, they weren't aroused by the situation. Definitely not this much at least. Annika was visibly wet and slick, all for him. Just because she was being made to show off her cunny.

It was only the sound of Annika's voice that broke Rick out of his reverie. It was also the sound of her voice that prompted him to take this a step further. He had heard the hint of arousal to her words, the slight moan in the tone she had. Rick had seen her face flushed with the arousal and desire that came with this.

"Fuck, you actually wanted this..." Rick breathed so that only she could hear him. "Maybe we need to make this a regular thing."

As he spoke though his free hand not using his phone moved to her fuzzy mound, taking advantage of her tightly shut eyes. When it drew close he could feel the heat radiating off of her slit. Still he moved closer and closer, until not only was his hand cupping Annika's pussy but his middle finger was dragging up and down her tight little slit and coating it in her arousal.
 
She swore she could literally feel his gaze on her pussy. Being so aware of the fact that she was exposing her most private part to a boy - to one she didn't like, and who pretty much forced her to do it - was sending shivers of excitement throughout her body. Her increasingly wet lower lips must have been twitching visibly.

Making this a regular thing? Well, of course she already let herself be caught in a potentially endless cycle of blackmail. With that picture, she could make her do even worse things, which he would also document, and use against her, until... until... he wouldn't hold back for long, would he? Annika was practically helpless against his desires. Her only choice was to get swept along and indulge in how inexplicably good this made her feel physically-

Almost did Annika let out a loud yelp, feeling his hand between her legs, but she had already started biting her lips to keep her moans in check. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, looking first at Rick, who seemed to be filming instead of taking just a pic, and then down at herself, where his fingers were stimulating her directly. The feeling of suddenly being felt up down there was intense, it was intoxicating- and too much! If this continued, she'd be having an orgasm right there in the school bus...

A notion that to one half of her brain right now seemed desirable, but the panic due to how fast this was moving cleared up the sensible part enough to take action. She let the skirt fall, grasped the wrist of his hand and gently but firmly pushed it away from her.
"I, uh... didn't agree to that." A weak admonishment, but all she could muster right now. She had even missed her window to deny the claim of how she supposedly wanted all this.
 
"No. But you wanted it!" Rick retorted with a smug look plastered on his face even as she shoved him away. Lifting his hand up to her face the boy showed off his middle finger which still glistened with the wetness of her arousal. "You are so horny over this I bet you'd just love to get off."

Turning off his phone, the teen straightened out in his seat again. Still he had that damn smug look on his face though and it definitely wasn't going away anytime soon. This was a high that he was going to ride for the rest of the day. He'd try for more, but he could see the school down the street now, not giving him enough time sadly. But maybe he could still benefit from this.

"If you do decide to masterbate, I'll pay you fifty bucks if you record it in the bathrooms." He finally said to Annika, that damn smile growing even broader while the bus finally rolled to a stop. With the vehicle now halted and the doors open her assaulted then left with a slight jaunt in his step.
 
Annika continued to sit there, her face flushed and hot, her crotch wet and even hotter, as the other students streamed past her to get out of the bus. She needed time to process this... but there was no time. Mechanically, almost automatically, she stood up, shouldered her bag and joined the stream of people out the bus and toward the entrance of the school. She was without panties and hopelessly horny, some moisture already starting to run down her thighs, all while surrounded by fellow students, in broad daylight. Nevermind the pervert who just recorded her arousal and touched her.

Going to the bathroom to masturbate... whether or not she decided to take Rick up on his crazy idea, getting herself to orgasm to lessen the hold of her libido on her decision making sounded like a sensible idea. Only she was pretty sure that there wouldn't be enough time to do that properly before the first class. Maybe in the break between first and second...

Annika caught herself grinning, looking forward to a session of alone-time. This one promised to yield the best orgasm so far, probably. She imagined herself ripping off her clothes, just really going to town... wait, ripping off her clothes? It wasn't necessary, but getting completely naked seemed like it would heighten the experience.
As would recording herself... but she wouldn't do that, no. Not worth 50 bucks or a temporary sexual high. No...
With her thoughts in such lewd territory, she headed for her first class of the day.
 
5+1=nothing

The first few classes went as normal as could be. Her teachers went on and on about science and math that morning, and while their gaze passed over her none noticed the light trail down her leg from her dripping pussy. None of her fellow students were aware of her being so pantyless either. No harassment or skirt pulling like what happened on the bus happened, leaving the world completely oblivious to her perflversions.

A couple of hours later, the bell rang out loud and clear sending the classroom about her into a frenzy as her classmates immediately shot up to leave for lunch. They as usual were very eager to escape the classroom and get to the cafeteria for some food and to meet up with their friends. Their teacher though, an older gentleman that was still easy on the eyes, a voice like aged whiskey, and always had a warm but tired expression, stayed behind as he usually did to tidy up his workspace.
 
Though nobody said anything or looked at her weird, and Rick didn't seem to have tipped anyone off, Annika's arousal still persisted and even got worse. She was completely surrounded by classmates, after all. She could and did vividly imagine the commotion that would follow if somebody called her out. Or if she got called up to the blackboard and tripped, flashing her naked backside. Or if a teacher reprimanded her for lewd conduct in front of everyone...

When she left the classroom, she threw a worried look at the teacher, but despite her deeply flushed, suspicious face being the only one left in the classroom, he was none the wiser. He didn't even notice her cleaning up some stickiness from the seat of her chair.

Outside, she had to face a choice. Going to the cafeteria as usual... which would be even more crowded and exciting, or...
Going to the bathroom and finally taking care of business.
There wasn't much hesitation involved in this choice, Annika was desperate to get off and had been looking forward to get a chance for hours now. Skipping lunch time wouldn't be that bad, she had a big breakfast and some emergency cereal bars in her bag to get through the day. And with how horny she was, maybe she'd be done faster than expected.

Annika entered the first bathroom door she came across.
 
As Annika entered the bathroom there were a couple of things that were immediately apparent. One, that the clean stalls were both empty. Two, that she was not alone. A trio of other girls a grade ahead of her stood by the sinks fixing up their makeup and gossiping to each other over some such thing or another. Their voices hushed though as Annika entered and gave the teen looks that showed that she wasn't wanted.
 
Annika momentarily opened her mouth to say something, then thought better of it and just headed for one of the clean stalls, closing and locking the door behind her. She didn't really know these girls apart from seeing them around sometimes. They did have the air of potentially being really bitchy when provoked, but they didn't seem like the type who automatically assumed they could just reserve the whole bathroom for their gossip session, were they?

In any case, it was an awkward situation. Best case, they'd just leave and find another private spot to gossip and touch up their makeup. Worst case, they'd stay quiet and wait for her to be done, and then they'd hear that she was not here to pee at all.

'They'll just have to accept I'll be here for longer and go away...', Annika thought as she pushed down her skirt to her ankles and sat herself down. That gesture of stripping, of exposing her dripping pussy and bare ass to the air, even in the acceptable setting of a locked bathroom stall - it elicited a delighted reaction from her body that made her suppress a moan. The tingling feeling intensified when she lifted her feet off the ground, her skirt remaining on the floor.
Like this, she was properly bottomless! If only those girls would leave, then she could make all the lewd, wet noises she wanted and bridge the gap to the amazing orgasm she was building to...
 
The gossipy girls just glared at her the entire way to the stall, the dirty looks even extending to her after Annika had locked the door behind her. Despite the fact that they had company though, the trio did not leave. Instead they just hushed their voices and continued their gossip which mainly consisted of who liked who or fantasizing over a hot teacher.

While Annika set herself up for her fun, none of the others in the bathroom were aware. Her slight shuffles and hushed sounds were typical so far and did not raise alarm quite yet. How long that would last though, no one knew.
 
And still they aren't leaving... Annika bit her lip, trying to endure the urge to indulge. Maybe she could distract herself with some other fun that didn't involve making noise...
Taking off her skirt had given her an amazing feeling. What if she just continued...?

The bathroom's floor seemed reasonably clean - it had probably been mopped not too long ago. Her skirt on the floor was soon joined by her shoes, then her socks. She fully unbuttoned her shirt next, exposing her bra, then, with a giddy feeling, took it off completely. Without even slowing down and working hard to suppress a gleeful and horny sound, she unhooked her bra and took it off.

And there she was. Completely, utterly naked on the toilet, nipples hard and pussy wet and engorged. She opened her legs wide, separated from the girls on the other side only by the locked door of her stall.
She couldn't take it anymore. She wasn't sure she'd manage at all to suppress her moans or to limit the sounds she'd make, but she'd try her best. Her hand wandered down to her crotch and she started pleasuring herself.

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It didn't take long for the girls to notice the sounds emanating from the bathroom stall. A hush fell over the trio as their conversation gently died so that they could figure out what the sound they were hearing was. The answer was soon figured out though as they themselves weren't strangers to such things, causing them to fall into a fit of giggles as they all realized what she was doing behind the locked door.

Soon they all crept up to the stall door and peeked inside. It wasn't hard to see even, as the gap in the stall was small enough to hide sight from further away, but up close like they were they could see Annika in all of her naked glory as she was rubbing one out. They all gawked at the sight, wondering if this girl was balsy or just plain stupid.

That was until one of them had an idea. Dropping low to the floor, one of the girls peeked beneath the stall so she could clearly see the abandoned clothes laying down there. With a smirk she leaned in and lunged forwards, her hands grasping onto Annika's bra before yanking it back.

"Gogogo!" The teen urged her friends, who all upon seeing what she had gone chased after her and out the bathroom door in a mess of giggles.
 
Annika was too engrossed in her joyous activity to notice being watched, or to catch the hand snatching her bra. But she did hear the one girl yell and the others giggling as they ran away.
"Aaah- h-hey! Nooo..." There was nothing she could do, though. Running after them in her current state was completely impossible. And the experience had given her a surge of stimulation, too. Several people had seen her...! They'd seen her having stripped completely naked, masturbating! In a school bathroom!

And they took something! Annika was too out of it to even check what it was they took, and simply imagined the scenario that would give her the most pleasure right now. And that was them having taken it all! Maybe somehow her bag, too! Leaving her with absolutely nothing. She'd have no choice but to sneak out into the school buttnaked. No way she'd make it unseen. Everyone would see... everything! And how horny and sweaty and sticky she is!

That did it. Annika rubbed herself intensely, arched her back and let out a silent scream, subdued only due to her breathlessness. What a rush! This was definitely the first time she came that hard. She sat there a while in her afterglow, not entirely sure how much time passed. Eventually, she took the opportunity to empty her bladder, then cleaned herself up. A bit calmer now, she took stock of her situation.

Skirt, shirt, socks, shoes. All still there. Her bag, too, which was holding her jacket. Only thing missing was her bra. It... wasn't that bad? Her nipples might show, but she could put the jacket back on. ...if she wanted to, that is.
That tingle of excitement. Even right after getting herself off, it was still there. There was no denying it - whether it was exhibitionism, putting herself in risky situations, or the taboo of public nudity. It turned her on. A lot. Or was it the fact that she brought about her own helplessness and loss of control? The situation with Rick had been like that. ...that guy could still share her pussy around the school or internet. She never did end up taking the video for him... maybe he'll try something more, to get what he wants.

Loss of control... she was still in the middle of it. She had certainly lost control of her underwear. Neither panties nor bra to put on. Briefly, Annika considered stepping out of the stall before redressing, but her head was much clearer right now and she simply made herself presentable - foregoing the jacket, though, the fabric wasn't sitting that tight to make her nipples show necessarily - and went back out into the school hallways, munching on a cereal bar. Hopefully, there was still time to get to her next class. She hadn't heard a bell, but she fully believed she could have missed it.
 
10+1=11=minor event

Luckily enough for the teen, she was in fact not late for her next class. There was still five minutes left to go until it started which gave plenty of time to get there. This time Annika's teacher was a fit young man about ten years her senior with neatly combed brown hair and a smooth face. His features were angular and sharp, offering him a rather dashing look combined with his dress shirt and pants.

This was her science teacher, and they were currently on their biology unit. So far they were just learning plant biology but human was next. And with it would soon be a sex ed class, one which there were rumors of a more involved curriculum starting for it.

When Annika went to sit at her desk though, her skirt caught on a nail sticking out from another student's desk. A faint ripping sound could be heard over thr clamor of other students talking while going back to their own desks though none seemed to notice. Her skirt however was a little worse for wear, a long tear stretching from near her hip to the hem of the skirt. It almost looked like a slit in a fancy dress. Thankfully the rip was at her side and showed off a bit of her leg as she stepped instead of being in the front or back and baring her cootch or ass to the world.
 
Annika might have avoided the nail, had she paid attention to where she walked instead of looking back to the teacher's desk to see if Mr. Nelson was paying any attention to her. She often did this, silently hoping that he might shoot her one of his warm smiles, though this time it was a curious combination of that and worry about her being exposed at all. Not just in the literal sense, but also him noticing something about her - the way she avoided making longer steps, or the still present blush on her cheeks, or maybe the light hit her shirt just right when she came in and he noticed her bralessness.

As she had gotten used to now, it was a mixture of 'I hope he doesn't notice or see' and 'I hope he does notice and see'. The monentary resistance and ripping sound refocused her attention on herself immediately. Annika tried to act casual, but momentarily stopped to survey the damage. She was showing off a lot more leg when walking... This was not how the uniform skirt was supposed to be. She should probably do something about this, before other students start thinking she's making slutty adjustments to her clothes, or a teacher gets her for violating uniform policy.

But not now. For now, she could only sit, stare forward at her hot teacher and... well, she was safe from any further exposure right now, but she couldn't keep herself from imagining Mr. Nelson witnessing her naked body. Already, she was getting horny again.
 
After sitting down in her spot the issue of the torn skirt was no longer a problem. With how the material fell as she sat there no one was able to tell when everyone finally dispersed into their spots. And though he glanced over her as he checked over the class, Mr. Nelson was unaware of the depravity of his one particular female student that day. Neither her lack of panties or bra were noticed by anyone so that she was left scot free for this particular class.

After some time had passed the bell finally rung and signaled the end of this lesson. As usual, Mr. Nelson was very animated and passionate about the lesson. It was something many students enjoyed about his lessons as his energy was contagious. Sadly though that was over now. The bell had cut the lesson off now and everyone was gathering their things to leave for their last lesson of gym class. Even her teacher was packing up, waving farewell with a warm smile to the few students that gave him theirs before heading to the change rooms.
 
Though her excitement and arousal always remained as a strong background hum, the lesson with Mr. Nelson made her forget about her situation for some time. A combination of his engaging teaching style and her wanting to stare at her dreamy teacher. When she left for gym, she even shared a smile with him, a feeling in which she basked on her way, distracting enough to make her forget to pay attention to controlling her step length. The slit in her skirt wasn't disastrous, but it raised the risk of exposure a fair bit.

Arriving in the locker room, Annika again thought about trying to fix her skirt, but there was neither time nor privacy to do so right now. Instead, she opened her locker to retrieve the gym uniform that hopefully was inside. She hadn't really thought about how her lack of underwear would affect gym class.
 
Thankfully for Annika her gym clothes were still in her locker, though they could probably use a wash soon. On the downside however the tight navy blue gym shorts left her ass practically hanging out of them, and with her panties gone they'd ride up her crotch for sure. As if that wasn't enough her t-shirt with the school logo on the lapel was made of thin white material that would become translucent if the light hit it just right or even worse should it get wet. It was practically something out of a wet t-shirt contest.

Coach Boon had selected them especially, and while the boys' uniforms were similar they weren't nearly as bad. Their shorts were of a normal size and while their shirts were practically the same it didn't really matter to them as much. Those boys would definitely be ogling the girls as usual as a result and would in all probability discover her lack of undergarments once she came out of the changing room.
 
Annika delayed her changing process quite some bit, for two reasons. One, she didn't want too many of the girls to learn about her lack of underwear, and two, when she entered the gym a bit after most other girls, maybe the boys' attention would already be elsewhere.

In the end, though, she was probably best off trying to act as nonchalant and casual as possible. She wasn't sure how successful she was with that, as she entered the gym proper, not feeling decently clothed. Her blush wasn't really under control. Did they see her breasts through the thin fabric? Was her ass peeking out the shorts? She pulled them up again, though in the process they rode up her crotch. There was no winning with this stupid uniform.

Annika should have told Coach Boon that she can't participate like this. But that pervert would probably just make her situation worse...
 
20=Major Event

By the time that Annika had entered the gym after waiting for the other girls to move on so that they wouldn't notice her, she was late. And unfortunately coach hated late comers. It was only a few minutes but in his eyes late was late and no one escaped punishment no matter the excuse.

"Miss Madsen, you were supposed to be here four minutes ago!" Barked coach Boon as soon as the teen joined the rest of the class. While she had been right about all the students being distracted and too occupied to notice her waltz in, bow was a different story as the adult's booming voice re-entered their attention on the target of his ire. "Drop and give me twenty push-ups, young lady! Now!"

Coach Boon caught on quickly what was going on with his student. When she had walked into the gym he watched as she adjusted her shorts and gave herself a hell of a cameltoe due to no panties acting as a barrier, and the way her loose shirt was resting on her chest he could see her nipples pressing faintly against the material. He wasn't the only one to notice the cameltoe, though he doubted that the boys her age had figured out why it was so prominent.

Knowing what he did about her, the push-ups were just as much a punishment for her as they were a way for him to have fun with the teen. The more she got her shirt to cling to her, the better his view of those cute little orbs on her chest he would get. That, and this way he could maybe get a look down the neck of her loose shirt if it hung down just right.
 
Annika would like nothing more than to go tell Coach Boon to screw himself and report him for his perverted behavior, but people had tried that before and nothing ever came of it. Plus, his voice had a pretty strong authority behind it, one that Annika felt she had to submit to. The skill of a gym teacher.

And all that attention on her - on her poorly covered body - gave rise to that exciting tingly feeling again. The now familiar conflict between dreading and hoping to be seen made the girl speechless. Wordlessly, Annika dropped down into position for the push-ups and obliged the command, fully aware of how it made her shirt shift, but with no way of knowing whether it exposed her chest.
 
Once Annika had started on her push-ups, coach Boon blow on his whistle for everyone's attention. This drew the gaze of the entire class away from her once again so that now the only one watching was the coach as he began his instructions for the day.

For today they were going to be practicing track and field activities, particularly the long jump he told them as the teen did her push ups. His eyes glanced her way now and then with the pretense of checking on her and making sure she was doing as told. Of course that was a ruse and he was angling to get a glimpse into her shirt. To his dismay he could only catch brief glimpses as he talked of her cleavage, and definitely not the best parts though.

Once she had finished, so had the instructions. Today they'd be working on long jump so the class made their way outside and to the sand pit. There they all took turns running one by one, leaping, landing, and sometimes falling into the sand. On what was Annika's third run is where it all had gone wrong. With the way she landed in the sand, not only did she fall backwards but with how she skid forwards her shirt had caught on the ground. This caused the waist of her gym shirt to lift up and up and up until it was tugging at the underside of her breasts, one of which popped out from the shirt and exposing her to the rest of the class.

A chorus or gasps, cheers, hoots, hollers, and catcalls erupted from the crowd around her as many people were able to catch a glimpse of her breast before her shirt fell back into place. Her female classmates looked flustered and shocked for the most part with a few looking amused or intrigued. However the boys were all excited about having just seen a bare tit, high firing each other or calling at Annika to show off more.

"Ms. Madsen, my office, NOW!" Her teacher barked at her once more, looking stern as he pointed back to the gym. Before she could object to anything though the man turned about and snapped several orders at the boys for gawking and to shut up, and the few that didn't were quickly given laps as punishment.
 
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