Fuck this. I was 18: a second semester senior. I should be done already. No one gave two shits about school once they got into college. Only a few months to go and I could leave this dump they call high school. But the days dragged on interminably, as if the hour of freedom would never come. I was so bored of that place that I was literally going mad. I desperately searched for anything at all to make it go by faster, for something interesting to happen. I thought I would never make it. Until the day I ran during lacrosse team practice without panties and realized I could orgasm mid-stride. Initially, I had only done it panty-less because I figured it would be cooler, but I realized how fun and sexy it made me feel, it dawned on me how I would be able to make my last few months of high school interesting.
I started off pretty slow and discrete. Any time I wore things like sweat pants or sweaters that don't show all that much, I'd skip wearing panties and bras. No one knew, but yet I felt so sexy inside. There is something so arousing about the feeling of your bare flesh against the soft fabric. It feels liberating. Free. I grew to love the feeling so much that I began to feel uncomfortable wearing panties when I didn't absolutely have to. I started to grow ever so slightly bolder. I had taken to wearing shorts, even short shorts, to school without panties because I loved that I could feel the breeze down between my legs. But slowly, the novelty of my discrete, mild naughtiness was wearing off. It was like I was building up a tolerance, and I needed more and more naughty fun to fuel my new addictive desire.
But I want to tell you about one story in particular. Every spring my school celebrates a homecoming-like event to showcase the spring sports teams, and it's our tradition that several sports teams face off against each other. The most exciting game, that everyone always gets the most into, is the Varsity Girls vs. Varsity Boys Lacrosse game. (Girls Lacrosse rules of course.) The guys hate it because they can't get physical, and they have no idea how to play without contact, so we actually have a shot at winning and it's always a big deal around school.
Anyway the big game was on a hot, Friday afternoon in mid April. It was typical southern California weather: a dry heat, not at all humid, but very, very hot. Not unlike an oven. The game was set to begin about twenty minutes after school, so when the last class ended for the day, I hurried over to the locker room to get ready. I excitedly punched in my combination and opened it up. We had all been looking forward to this day for a while. I had been wearing a pair of rolled up sweat pants and a t shirt with no bra or panties that day, but the girls were so used to changing in front of each other that I didn't feel awkward about baring all to change. I slipped off my t shirt over my head and my breasts bounced free, not confined by a bra. I dug around in my locker and found my pinny and shorts and put them on. As usual, I had not worn panties to school under my sweat pants, so I was bare underneath my athletic shorts. But what troubled me was that I could not find my sports bra in the locker. I was sure that I had left them there after practice yesterday, but they were nowhere to be seen. I started to get nervous. How could I play without a bra in my pinny? With the huge arm holes, my boobs would be bouncing around everywhere.
"Does anyone have an extra bra?" I called out to the other girls in the locker room. Most of them shook their heads no. One girl, named Laura, spoke up.
"You can have mine from earlier today, but it's not a sports bra."
"Are you sure its ok?"
"yeah, I guess. It might be a bit small though."
"what size is it?"
