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College life is one of hectic study and frantic activity. It is only natural, then, that one would tend to forget something. Last night, Miss G had a dream in which she forgot something very important. It was quite the embarrassment for her, being without that most necessary of things, but today, she decides that she's going to try to forget it on purpose and see what everyone else thinks..

Her heels click along the pavement leading up to the main hall. She jauntily swings her bag to the beat of a peppy song running through her head. All the while, her short red dress flutters to each of her steps.

What is it, then, that she "forgot"? Anyone who glances up her legs and watches her skirt bounce and swish would be able to tell quite easily, and have a very nice surprise, as well!

Back in her dorm, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was composed and ready for the day as she buttoned up her collar. But her smile turned into a devious grin. She gave her skirt a little tug, making sure the length was just right. Then, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached her hands underneath.

She hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her underwear and tugged down, letting the cloth bunch up over her legs. She stepped out one foot, and then the other, and then held up the beautiful white pair in front of her. “We're going on a little adventure today," she says, and then places the panties in her bag, zipping it up tightly. “And it's going to be our little secret."

She winked and turned to head out for school.

People pass her by without an inkling that she is going commando. Guys and girls stop though and give her a look. All those eyes checking out her scandalously short skirt and some of them swearing they saw a bit more underneath She loves the attention and makes sure to bounce a bit more in her step to give them a better look

She passes by a guy sitting on a bench and drinking an expensive-looking cafe concoction, with a lot of whipped cream piled up on top. He takes his first sip as she walks by, a bounce in her step gives him the perfect height to see her uncovered butt as she walks by.

The guy does a spit-take, and she looks over her shoulder, giggling as she sees a mess of whipped cream spilled over the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you blow your load?" She laughs and keeps going, leaving him stunned into silence.

Oh, wow, that was great. G can practically feel the rush through her body as she thinks back on that guy. There's a mix of danger and desire in all of this. Wouldn't it be great to just be able to strip down completely and not get in trouble? If she could hide her identity and go around in just a nice pair of shoes and some accessories? It'd be amazing!

She continues her walk through the campus, only to freeze when she hears a familiar voice

“Hey, G… didn't think you had class now."

G spins around, one hand on her hip to keep her skirt pinned down, the other rubbing the back of her head. “Oh, I d-don't. I'm just here to do some… research, for… uh, class!"

Two of her friends are there. Both faces light up at her response. “Oh, you got time to grab something at the cafe?"

The cafe… a perfect spot to show off, but with people she cares about…? It could be rewarding... “Yeah, sure!"

G and her friends make their way to the cafe. As she walks, she bumps up against one of her friends, skin touching skirt. Her friend makes a curious chirp of a sound but dismisses it. But she knows she knows, and that's all that matters. Careful, G, she thinks to herself. Don't want your friends getting the wrong idea… do you?

The cafe offers them some refreshment, and Miss G leans over the bar, a stool covering her. The glass walls leading out to the quad means anyone looking in will have a perfectly censored shot, allowing them to fill in the blanks with whatever they desire.

Her friend, of course, has a lot to say about things like boy trouble and the state of the Numbered, but G doesn't listen to that. Instead, she rubs her legs together, the draft from the air conditioning really getting her revved up. She bites her lip, a blush forming on her face. “H… hey, could you excuse me? I think I… I need to go to the bathroom."

She rushes out, leaving her friends behind as she slams the bathroom door shut before her.

“What was that about?" asks one friend.

“I dunno," says the other. Maybe it has something to do with what I said?"

"Oh shoot, yeah, she's sensitive about that…"

Inside the bathroom, G quickly bends over, letting her skirt ride up for anyone entering in to see as she gazes down into the stalls. They're all clear. She sighs in relief and slides on into one, locking a door and relaxing against the wall. “Damn… that was spicier than I thought…" she says, hitching up her skirt and looking down at herself. Her snatch is soaked already. She runs her fingers down her body and closes her eyes, letting out a soft sight. “Yeah… so many people got to see me… and my friends were none the wiser."

She sighs as she tickles at herself, shifting her shoulders against the stall door. This would be the perfect cap to the whole affair--masturbation in a public bathroom. Maybe someone would even show up and sit in the stall next to her, making it even naughtier?

The door opens, and she holds her breath, ready for the sound of footsteps and someone entering a stall. Instead of that, she hears a voice call out. "G…, are you okay?"

G groans, pulling her skirt down. It's her friend. “Y-yeah… I'm fine, just… s-stomach issues!" She laughs nervously

“Oh, okay… well, we'll be here for you if you need to talk. I know that's a sensitive topic for you and everything."

Her friend doesn't close the door. She doesn't say anything more. She just leaves G to stand there like an idiot, hand covered in shlick.

Wait… they were talking about something, weren't they? And G was too preoccupied exhibiting to put two and two together.

Oh, crap… what were they talking about!? “I… uh… I'm gonna be here a while… just… go without me, please!?

“Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you later, G"

Once the door slams shut, G leans against the stall wall and sighs. There's no way she can get off now, worrying about what was said. Guess she might as well just use the bathroom like a normal person and get going...