I hadstarted swapping out other pieces of my wardrobe from college studentbeige and mild, to a bit more of an edgy look anyways, and the skirtkind of ...fit. Black combat boots below, skirt, metal band t-shirt above,it all kind of worked a bit. After a couple weeks, I barely evenregistered that I was wearing a skirt instead of shorts or pants mostof the time. I started getting approving nods and smiles from customersas they checked in. Even the occasional folded phone number!My hair was getting a. No one had ever had that effect on me before, and I was craving more.I felt my breathing pick up as I begin to rub my clit faster, my other hand gently pinched my nipples. A moan escaped my mouth before I bit my lower lip, fighting back whimpers in case someone could hear me on the other side of the wall. My legs spread apart as my fingers ventured further, slowly entering my pussy, the palm of my hand still pressing against my clit.As I got closer to cumming I rocked my hips gently, my fingers. "Mr. O’Reilly, did you just look up my skirt?” She broke into a wide grin.Startled and barely able to speak, finally Nathan nervously opened his mouth. “Uh, oh, uh, no, no, I didn’t!”Smiling ever more devilishly, “Yes you did, Mr. O’Reilly. You peeked up my skirt.”His breath seemed to catch in his chest and he gasped for air while his heart raced. “I, uh, no, uh, I...” Hershey rose from her chair and walked over to Nathan. Her eyes never left his. He sat motionless, unable to move. Though the. After class, Tricia leaned toward Jenny and said under her breath, "Follow me. We'll have some more fun."Since it was Jenny's free period, during which she usually went to the school library to study, Jenny said what the heck and followed. Tricia led Jenny past the cafeteria in the school basement to the girls' restroom. Tricia grabbed Jenny's hand and pulled Jenny into the corner toilet stall.Tricia bolted the door. She wrapped her arms around Jenny's neck, pressed up against Jenny, and.