I woke up slowly, my body heavy and tired, and the first thing I felt was the warm blanket around me and someone’s arms still holding me. Eyes still half-closed, I lay motionless for a moment, my breathing slow, but my heart began to beat faster as my brain started to wake up.

“Where am I?” I thought, my thoughts foggy, and when I finally opened my eyes, I saw a dim room – the TV was off, but morning light pierced through thin curtains, casting soft shadows over the wooden floor and the scratched surfaces of the tables. Then it hit me – Sergei’s cabin.

“Oh no,” I thought, my body tensing as the previous night flooded back – dance class, barbecue, wine, and that endless movie night that ended with Sergei’s hands on my body, my lace panties disappearing, and that… orgasm that shook me. “We fell asleep here,” I realized, my face burning with shame and panic.

Sergei was still sleeping next to me, his arm still around my waist, fingers lightly touching my bare skin, and I felt his warmth through my short summer skirt and beige top, clothes that had seemed appropriate for dance class and the barbecue yesterday but now felt too revealing, too inappropriate.

I cautiously looked around – Laura and Marcus were sleeping on the other bed, a blanket over them, their bodies close together, and I heard their slow, steady breathing, mingling with the faint rustle of the breeze outside the window.

“They’re asleep,” I thought, relief mixing with my anxiety, but it didn’t last long. I turned to check the time – it was on Sergei’s nightstand, an old digital clock flashing red numbers – and when I saw the time, shock hit me: 7:15.

“45 minutes!” I thought my heart nearly stopped. Classes start at 8:00, and I had no time to go home – there was no way I could swing by my apartment to change.

“I have to go straight to school,” I thought, panic rising in my chest, and I carefully got up, trying to move Sergei’s arm without waking him. His fingers slid slowly off my skin, and I held my breath as the bed creaked faintly under my movement.

My body was still trembling from last night – that feeling, those sighs that were too loud – and I felt vulnerable, naked, even though my clothes were on.

“These clothes,” I thought, looking down – the short skirt barely reached mid-thigh, and the top was wrinkled and slightly sheer, revealing the outline of my lace bra, which had come unhooked during the night and now clung awkwardly to my breasts.

“They’re too… too inappropriate for school. And I don’t have a jacket!” My panic grew – I had nothing to cover myself with, and I felt completely exposed.

I tiptoed to the kitchen, my bare feet trembling on the cold floor, and stopped there, looking around – the table was still littered with last night’s wine bottles and plates, the air carried the lingering smell of smoke and grilled meat, mixing with the morning dampness coming through the open window.

“I need to call a taxi,” I thought, grabbing my phone and opening the app, my hands shaking as I hurriedly entered the order.

“This should get me there on time,” I reassured myself, but then a new shock hit me – “My panties!” I felt my face burn with shame as I realized they weren’t on me – Sergei had taken them off last night, and I’d been too dazed, too shocked, to look for them.

“I can’t go to school without panties and in this skirt,” I thought, my heart pounding, and I quietly crept back to the room, trying to find them.

The room was still dim – Sergei was sleeping, his breathing slow and deep, Laura and Marcus were under the blanket, their bodies motionless, and I moved carefully to avoid waking anyone.

“Where are they?” I thought, my eyes scanning around the bed – I bent slightly, looked under the blanket, at the bed’s edge, the floor – but the lace panties were nowhere.

“They have to be here somewhere,” I thought, my panic growing, and I cautiously lifted a corner of the blanket, glancing toward Sergei – his body was under the blanket, and I feared that if I moved it more, he’d wake up. “I can’t wake him,” I thought, my face burning with shame – “How would I explain what I’m looking for?”

I crept around the bed and checked the floor, between the floorboards, but they were nowhere – “Did he keep them?” I thought, and that idea sent me into even more panic.

My phone vibrated – the taxi had arrived. “I can’t find them,” I thought, my heart racing, and I stood for a moment, my thoughts spiraling.

“I don’t have time,” I finally decided, my face burning with shame, and I rushed out, leaving the panties somewhere in the dimness of Sergei’s cabin.

The taxi was waiting, the engine humming softly, and I jumped in, my short skirt fluttering slightly as I sat, and I pressed my legs together, my cheeks burning.

“How did I let myself get dragged into this mess again?” I thought my breathing was rapid, and I looked out the window, trying to calm down. “These events – the dance, the barbecue, that night – I can’t resist them,” I blamed myself, my gaze blurry, and I felt completely exposed – without panties, in a short skirt and a slightly sheer top, I was on my way to school, with no idea how I’d manage.

Then an idea hit me – “The lingerie shop!”

I remembered there was a small store a couple of hundred meters from the school, and if I took the taxi there, I could quickly buy new panties and make it to class.

“That’s the plan,” I thought, giving the driver the new destination, and when we arrived, I rushed out – but the shop’s door was locked.

“How did I not think of this?” I thought, my heart sinking – it was only 7:45, and the shop didn’t open until 9:00.

“I have no other choice,” I realized, my face burning with shame, and I hurried toward the school, my short skirt fluttering slightly in the morning breeze, and I had to be vigilant so the wind wouldn’t reveal my secret to passersby. My legs were bare, and I felt more naked than ever – “Without panties, in these clothes – I was angry at myself for trying to impress Sergei and tease him a bit with this short skirt, and now I’d ended up in this situation.

I couldn’t imagine how I’d stand or sit in front of the class. Every wrong move or bend could reveal my secret. I’d never worn such a short skirt to class, and now without panties. How would I get through the lessons like this?

Today I had four classes and preparation for tomorrow’s assessment. I’d promised the boys I’d review all the topics again before tomorrow, which meant I’d have to check and correct their work. How could I bend over like this? It’s too dangerous.”

When I reached the classroom, I was already flushed – my heart was pounding, my face burning, and I stepped inside, seeing all 15 boys at their desks.

“They’re here again,” I thought, joy mixing with my panic, but as I walked toward the board, I felt my short skirt dangerously rising with every move – “I have to be careful,” I thought, and decided to sit as much as possible.

“Hello,” I started, my voice trembling, and I quickly sat behind the desk, pressing my legs together as tightly as I could. “Today we’ll review all the previously learned topics and exercises,” I said, trying to focus, but my thoughts were elsewhere – “If I stand up, they’ll see… something.”

I felt completely vulnerable; my top was slightly sheer, my skirt was too short, and without panties, every move was risky.

The lesson began, and I tried to stay seated, handing out their notebooks – “Look at page 15,” I said, my voice shaky, and I shifted in my chair to avoid revealing anything. But then Juan raised his hand.

“Miss, I don’t understand this equation, can you explain it?” he said, and I had to stand to write the formula on the board – “Oh no,” I thought, rising slowly, pressing my legs together, and walking to the board, my heart pounding.

I took the marker, wrote the formula, and felt my skirt rise slightly – “Can they see?” I thought, my face burning, and I heard a quiet giggle – Leo, I think – and I rushed back to my chair, sitting quickly, pressing my legs together so tightly it almost hurt. “I have to get through this,” I thought, my breathing rapid, and I tried to focus – “They’re watching me too closely,” it seemed to me, and I feared they’d notice my flush, my anxiety.

The four hours were torture – I wrote on the board only when I had to, and when I needed to check their work, I tried to crouch slightly to avoid bending too much.

They watched my every move, and I felt their burning gazes. Things weren’t made easier by their flirtatious comments: “Miss, do you really want me to pass the test tomorrow? You’re making it hard to focus,” followed by laughter, or someone’s remark, “I wouldn’t mind staying after class with you, as long as you wear that skirt.”

I tried to calm them and myself, stuttering, and forced myself to continue the lesson. That kind of attention in this situation was overwhelming, but every time I sat down and pressed my legs together, I felt this situation strangely arousing.

“They suspect something,” I thought, though I knew it was impossible – “Or maybe they see how red I am?” I finally got through the lessons – they worked diligently, we reviewed all the topics, and I was proud, but my shame was too great to feel joy.

After class, I tried to slip out quickly – “I have to get out of here,” I thought, my legs trembling as I hurried toward the hallway – but then I bumped into Tommy, the principal, his dark hair slightly tousled, his smile friendly but probing.

“Stella, I need to talk to you,” he said, and before I could say anything, he gestured toward his office.

“Come in.” My short skirt felt even shorter as I followed him.

He asked me to sit on the leather couch, and I sank into it cautiously, pressing my legs together so tightly my muscles ached – “If I move even a little, everything will show,” I thought, my face burning, and he sat across from me in a chair, his gaze steady but kind.

“Want coffee?” he asked, and I shook my head – “I can’t stay here long,” I thought, but he didn’t let me go right away.

“I want to praise you, Stella,” he began, and I blushed even more.

“I’ve noticed you’re making progress – for the first time, the boys are achieving noticeable results. It’s impressive. I don’t know how you’ve done it; none of us believed they’d amount to anything, but you’ve gotten them to work, Stella.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled, my voice trembling, and I shifted slightly – “Don’t move!” I screamed at myself in my head, my legs pressed together, my skirt too short, and he was sitting right across from me. “If he only knew I’m not wearing panties,” I thought, my heart pounding, and I feared my flush would betray me.

“I’m genuinely pleased with your work, and I’m glad we gave this class to you. You’ve exceeded my expectations.” He continued like this for a while, offering his help if I needed anything and wishing me luck for tomorrow’s assessment.

My face burned, and I nodded, unable to say anything specific.

Finally, he let me go – “Thanks, Tommy,” I mumbled, standing quickly, pressing a hand to my skirt, and I rushed out, my heart pounding.

“I still need to get to the library to pick up that textbook I studied to prepare for tomorrow’s assessment tasks.” I hopped on a bus that took me to the edge of town, and when I reached the library, I was still without panties, so I had to remain cautious. A whole day without panties, I thought, my body trembling, and I knew it was all my fault again – I’d let myself get dragged into another mess.

Leaving the library, it was already afternoon – it was almost four, the sun low, casting long shadows across the streets at the edge of town, and I rushed to catch a bus, my heart beating faster than I wanted to admit.

The book was in my bag – I’d gotten it before closing – and as I sank into a seat, I felt relief for the first time that day. “This day is almost over,” I thought, pressing my legs together – my short summer skirt was too revealing, my beige top clung to my body, and without panties, I still felt vulnerable.

“I got through the lessons and the library,” I reassured myself, but as the bus started moving, taking me to the city center, home, that shame crept in – “How did I end up in this situation again?” I thought, my face burning as I remembered Sergei’s cabin, the movie night, his hands, the closeness of others, and that morning when I woke up not knowing where my panties were.

The bus was nearly empty – I sat in the back, only a few people in the front, their heads turned forward, and I felt relief for the first time that day that I’d survived it.

“It’s almost over,” I thought, but that relief mixed with something else – it was a little arousing, the feeling of having spent the whole day without panties, in a short skirt, under the boys’ and Tommy’s gazes. “This shouldn’t arouse me,” I thought, my chest rising faster, and that heat that had been simmering inside me began to rise – it was dangerous, wrong, but there.

“No, I’m on a bus,” I thought, shaking my head, trying to push the thought away – I knew it was too risky.

I grabbed my noise-canceling headphones from my bag, put them on, and opened my phone – “I’ll focus on music,” I decided, scrolled through Spotify, picked a calm song, and let the melody soothe me. But it didn’t work; I couldn’t shake the earlier events from my mind.

That restlessness inside me didn’t fade – my fingers moved on their own, opened the browser, and before I realized it, I typed something forbidden into the search bar. A sex video appeared on the screen – a man and a woman on a bed in missionary position, the man moving with slow, strong thrusts, his hips rising and falling, the woman beneath him, her legs wrapped around him, moaning softly – and I felt my body react: my chest rose quickly, my face flushed, and a warmth grew between my thighs.

“I shouldn’t watch this,” I thought, but I didn’t close it – the video continued, the man moving slowly, his hips rising and falling rhythmically, the woman moaning deeply, and I let it play, my body’s restlessness growing – my skirt had ridden up slightly, my top clung to my breasts, and I felt that wetness starting to form.

“Why does this city affect me like this?” I wondered, my breathing quickening, and I pressed my legs together – “It was Sergei, school, and now the bus – what’s becoming of me?” I thought, my thoughts foggy, the shame and arousal mixing, too strong to ignore.

The bus was empty enough, and I let my hand slide down – I tugged my skirt higher, exposing more of my thighs, my fingers moved along the inner thigh while I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen. The scene, those moans in my headphones, felt so real and arousing.

My hand moved upward until it touched that warm, wet spot – my chest rose quickly, my top clung to my body, and my nipples hardened through the lace bra.

The video continued – the man moved faster, his hips rising and falling, the woman moaning – and I started moving my hand. It felt so good, I knew I couldn’t stop, and I pressed two fingers inside, slowly, feeling my body welcome them – my legs parted slightly, my skirt ridden up, my hand moving between my thighs – my face contorted, lips slightly open, I clenched my teeth to hide it, my eyes occasionally lifting to check if the bus driver noticed in the mirror.

The bus stopped – an older man got on, his glance sliding toward me, and I froze – I pulled my hand from under my skirt and adjusted it, pressing my legs together, my chest rising quickly, my face burning.

I pretended to just look at my phone, headphones on, but the video continued – the man moved slowly, and the woman moaned deeply. The situation and those sounds in my ears were so arousing, knowing I was in public, but no one knew. He sat toward the front, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but that heat was too strong – my body trembled, and I couldn’t stop it.

The video’s rhythm changed – the man started moving faster, his thrusts strong and quick, his hips rising and falling briskly, the woman moaning louder, and the headphones filled with intense sex moans – deep, rhythmic, driving me wild.

“This is too much,” I thought, my hand moving back – my skirt rose, my legs parted slightly, my fingers moved quickly in and out to the video’s rhythm, my chest rose rapidly, my top clung to my body – my face was contorted, lips pressed together, I tried to hide it, my eyes nearly closed, my body trembled, and that wetness grew, my fingers moving faster, deeper, the moans in my headphones filling my head.

The bus stopped – a handsome man, about 30, got on, his dark hair slightly tousled, sat two rows ahead, his glance briefly sliding toward me – my face burned, I paused for a moment, my hand stayed in place, but I couldn’t stop – my skirt was up, my hand continued moving, my legs slightly parted, my fingers moving quickly to the video’s rhythm – the man moved fast, the woman moaned louder, the sounds in my headphones drove me wild.

The feeling was incredible, I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, and I sped up my fingers, my body tensing, my chest rising quickly, and a shudder ran through me, I pressed my legs together as the orgasm’s waves hit, savoring the release that had built up inside me. My face was contorted, lips parted, eyes closed, teeth clenched, my body trembling from the sensation.

I opened my eyes and noticed people looking my way – the older man glanced back, the handsome man had a sly smile and a beautiful woman in her thirties smiled shyly before turning back toward the road. “Did they hear?” I thought, “I had headphones on,” and then I realized that my noise-canceling headphones had muted the video’s sound, but not my moans. “Oh God,” I’d completely forgotten myself, and my moans had been too loud; I hadn’t heard them because of the headphones. My heart nearly stopped, it was pounding again, I adjusted myself, quickly closed the phone as the video’s sounds still played in my headphones, and rushed off to the next stop – my skirt fluttering, legs trembling, chest rising quickly, and I started walking home, my body wet and exhausted.

When I got home, I collapsed onto the couch, my heart still racing – “I still need to prepare tasks for tomorrow’s assessment,” I tried to calm myself, but the shame, the tension, the arousal in public, all those events, people, and situations – “Why does this city affect me like this, how do I keep ending up in these situations? What’s becoming of me?” And worst of all, why does it all arouse me so much, I wondered, my body trembling, and I knew this day would haunt me.