“Oh shit! Shit! SHIT!!” Brianna sprung out of bed in a daze. She fell asleep with her laptop and books strewn about her, and now she was late for class. She was busting her butt over her Masters thesis and the lack of sleep was really getting to her. Racing to the bathroom for a quick hot shower to shake the sleepiness from her weary body. As the hot water rained down on her, she gave an exhausted sigh.
“Man, I really can’t take any more of this… No sleep, no boyfriend, no sex, no life… I’m just pathetic. And to top it off, what the hell am I gonna wear?” She thought.
She hadn’t done any laundry for nearly a week and was starting to look really terrible, slopping around in old t-shirts and jeans. Stepping out of the shower and drying herself off, she glanced at her laundry hamper. It was so stuffed to the brim with dirty clothes that the lid wouldn’t close.
“Note to self, DO LAUNDRY!” Brianna thought to herself as she walked over to her now-empty wardrobe. The wardrobe situation had truly come to a crisis point. All that she had to wear was an old skirt that she truly hated. She bought it years ago on a whim, wore it once and never again. It looked like a schoolgirl skirt, pink with box pleats and just way too short.
“I guess it won’t be that bad, it’s just one class, then run some experiments in the lab and I’ll be back.”
Brianna turned to look at herself in the mirror and wondered why she was so unsuccessful with men. She was 25, 5’5” and a trim and toned 100lbs. With long dark hair, perky 32B breasts and an impossible tight ass, her daily gym routine really paid off.
“Right, like I have anything else better to do than go to the gym” she sighed. She was a workaholic and could hardly blame anyone for being alone on Saturday nights. After all, she was an introverted, quiet person, preferring to immerse herself in research or curl up in front of the TV than head out and date. And on top of that, as the deadline for her thesis submission drew closer, Brianna’s reluctance to engage socially was even more pronounced.
Brianna pulled open her underwear drawer and the sight that greeted her caused a loud “Fuuuuck!!!! I can’t believe this!” It was empty. Her laundry laziness was coming back to haunt her. Brianna rummaged through the laundry hamper, hoping to find something clean enough to wear but to no avail. Now in the worst ever mood she’d ever been in, she pulled on a white tank top and that much-hated skirt.
She hated this, showing off so much leg and the feeling of being naked without any underwear on. Brianna contemplated just skipping class; she only had 10 minutes to get to campus anyway. But she couldn’t, it was an important one. She checked herself in the mirror with a critical eye. The skirt was really too short, just covering her hairless pussy and her nipples were shadows under the thin white cotton of her tank top. She turned around and gasped. The skirt just barely covered her ass cheeks. “Whatever, it’s not like anyone’s going to look anyway.” as she picked up her stuff and left the house.
Stepping out onto the street, Brianna nervously tugged at the skirt, pulling it down as far as it would go. It sat low on her hips, riding at her hipbone, and the harder she tugged it down, the more space opened up between her tank top and the waistband, showing her taut abs. She then tugged her tank top down, which then pulled the neckline down, showing more cleavage of her perky tits. With a frustrated grunt, she gave up and walked as fast as she could to campus.
By the time she made it to the school grounds, the brisk walking had caused the lips of her naked pussy to rub against each other. She could feel the cool air drift through her legs and a hint of wetness was starting to form. Brianna tried hard to ignore the sensations. The warm tingling wetness was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, and was starting to really bother her.
She hadn’t had sex in nearly a year and sometimes got so horny she’d break out her favorite dildo and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm. It was a small sized jelly cock, about 5 inches in length and very slim. Brianna was petite everywhere, including her pussy. Her cunt lips were small and she loved to keep her pussy hairless. A Brazilian wax once a month, and she looked like a 12-year-old girl waist down, pink, small and hairlessly smooth. All her ex-boyfriends had small to average sized dicks and even they said that she was way to small and tight. Brianna would make sure the dildo was well lubed on and slide it very slowly in. She could feel her pussy resist against the slim jelly cock as she gently forced it in till it was buried in her little twat. Very gently and slowly, Brianna would pump the little pink dildo in and out of her wet creamy pussy until she screamed as she came and came and came….
“Snap out of it!” Brianna thought to herself “This is not helping the situation.” The thought of her hot pink jelly dick in her caused the slight moisture between her legs to erupt into flood of creamy juice that trickled down her thighs. She could feel the throbbing of her pussy lips and clit as blood rushed to engorge them. Her nipples stood erect and hard against her thin tank top, and what were barely noticeable shadows were now blatantly obvious. As Brianna reached the lecture theatre, her cheeks were flushed and her pulse pounding.
“Hey hey… Wassup with the skirt tomboy? I’ve never seen you so feminine before!” She spun around and found herself face to face with Nick, her best friend.
“Shut up asshole, say anything else about this fucking skirt and I’m going to pound your face in.” Brianna growled.
“Oooh… someone’s got her panties in a twist today. Got up on the wrong side of the bed?” Nick retorted. If only he know the irony of his statement Brianna thought. She stuck her tongue out at him and headed to find a seat.
“C’mon sourpuss, don’t be such a grouch. It’s Freud today, your favorite…” Nick persisted in annoying her as she carefully made her way down the steep stairs of the lecture theatre.
“Are you going to help me find a seat or continue being a jack-ass?” Brianna snapped. Nick had been Brianna’s best friend for years. They met in their freshman year, in Psych 101. Like her, he was a nice unassuming guy, preferring the company of close friends than loud rowdy groups. Nick used to be a skinny awkward geek, but as the years passed, his love for cross-country running and swimming had resulted in broad shoulders, washboard abs and a tight ass. But nobody looked under his bookish veneer of spectacles and messy hair, with his hot body hidden under baggy t-shirts and loose jeans, not even Brianna.
The steps were a killer; Brianna had a few close calls with them over the years. And now, with the distracting wetness between her legs and Nick’s incessant irritating ribbing behind her, she lost her footing. Brianna felt a sense of sheer panic as she felt herself falling backwards and prepared for the pain of the impact.
Nick saw Brianna’s footing slip and instinctively reached out to grab her. His arms reached around her waist and held her safely from tumbling down the stairs. The fall never came for Brianna. She felt Nick holding her, and the fall was arrested mid-air. She could feel Nick’s hard forearms and biceps like a vise around her waist, brushing against the undersides of her breasts. His chest was surprisingly hard and chiseled against her back. She never realized Nick was so buffed, his height and baggy clothes hid just about everything.
As Brianna regained her footing and composure, she muttered a grudging thanks as she re-adjusted her clothing and slipped into the closest seat she could find. Nick slid into the seat next to her, his pulse racing. As he released Brianna, he caught sight of her shapely ass peeking out of her short flippy pink skirt. Squatting down to retrieve her fallen books and file, he saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties under that skirt. Her pussy was hairless and dripping wet. The inner lips were swollen and parted to reveal her small red hole.