Ryan woke up to the smell of bacon and the soft clink of plates.
For one stupid second everything felt normal. Then he remembered his mom had swallowed his best friend's cum yesterday and was now walking around the house without a bra forever.
He dragged himself downstairs.
Lauren was at the stove in the same white blouse from yesterday, only two buttons done. Her heavy breasts shifted and bounced every time she flipped bacon, nipples dark against the thin fabric.
"Morning, honey! Eggs how you like them?" She turned and smiled like it was just another Tuesday.
Ryan mumbled something and sat down, eyes fixed on his orange juice.
The way her tits swayed when she reached for the salt made his stomach flip in two different directions at once.
"Big test today?" she asked, sliding a plate in front of him.
"Y-yeah."
Lauren ruffled his hair, breasts brushing his shoulder for a second.
"You're gonna do great." She hummed and went back to the stove, ass swaying, nipples still hard from the morning chill.
Ryan ate in record time and bolted.
The walk to school was only eight minutes, but today it felt longer. He was halfway down the block when he spotted them.
Emily and Leon were waiting at the corner under the big maple. Emily wore the standard plaid skirt and white blouse, chestnut hair in a high ponytail, backpack bouncing as she shifted her weight. Leon leaned against the tree, hands in pockets, smirking like always.
"Took you long enough, slowpoke," Leon called.
"Morning, Ryan!" Emily turned and waved. Ryan's heart did the usual stupid flutter.
Emily had been his crush since forever. Everyone knew it. Everyone teased them about it. Everyone assumed they'd end up together someday.
"Sorry," Ryan muttered, catching up.
"We've been standing here ten minutes. Emily almost froze her butt off." Leon pushed off the tree.
Emily rolled her eyes. "It's not that cold."
The three started walking side by side, same as always. Emily in the middle, talking about some history quiz. Ryan nodded at the right times, Leon cracked his usual jokes.
After two blocks Leon dropped back half a step, motioning Ryan with his chin. They let Emily pull a little ahead, her skirt swishing with every step.
"Wanna see something funny?" Leon leaned in, voice low.
"What did you do…?" Ryan's stomach tightened.
Leon grinned, jogged forward, and in one smooth motion flipped Emily's skirt up from behind.
"Leon! You jerk!" Emily shrieked, hands flying down to clamp the plaid fabric against her thighs.
But she didn't slap him. She never did. Leon had been flipping her skirt since middle school, everyone just called him a pervert and moved on.
What stopped Ryan's heart was what he saw in that half-second flash, smooth pale skin and nothing else.
Emily wasn't wearing panties.
Leon's eyes went wide, then wicked. He let the skirt fall back into place and stepped away, hands raised in mock surrender.
"You're the worst! One day I'm actually gonna kill you." Emily spun around, face bright red.
"Sorry, sorry. Reflex." Leon laughed.
Emily huffed, turned forward again, walking faster. The three kept going, Emily a few steps ahead now, skirt fluttering in the breeze.
Leon slowed until they were almost side-by-side again, voice barely a whisper.
"I hit her with the app this morning before" he said. "Told her it's totally normal and comfortable to skip panties under the school skirt from now on. She just smiled and said 'okay'."
"You… what?" Ryan's throat went dry.
"Thought you'd appreciate the view, man. You've been in love with her since kindergarten." Leon shrugged, eyes on Emily's ass.
Ryan couldn't answer. His brain was too busy picturing the soft bare skin he'd just seen. Sadness and heat fought in his chest at the same time.
They reached the school gates. Students streamed past. Emily waved and headed toward the shoe lockers.
"I know you like her. As your best friend I'm gonna help you out." Leon clapped Ryan on the shoulder.
Ryan looked at him, wary.
Leon's grin turned sharp. "Sports period, third block. Meet me in the empty science prep room on the third floor."
He walked off before Ryan could say a word. Ryan stood in the flow of students, heart hammering against his ribs.
The bell rang.
He went to class, sat in his usual seat two rows behind Emily. She crossed her legs, skirt riding a little higher, completely unaware she was naked underneath.
Ryan stared at his desk the entire first period, palms sweaty, mind racing.
To be continued…
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