College life is one of hectic study and frantic activity. It is only natural, then, that one would tend to forget something. Last night, Miss G had a dream in which she forgot something very important. It was quite the embarrassment for her, being without that most necessary of things, but today, she decides that she's going to try to forget it on purpose and see what everyone else thinks..
Her heels click along the pavement leading up to the main hall. She jauntily swings her bag to the beat of a peppy song running through her head. All the while, her short red dress flutters to each of her steps.
What is it, then, that she "forgot"? Anyone who glances up her legs and watches her skirt bounce and swish would be able to tell quite easily, and have a very nice surprise, as well!
 
Back in her dorm, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was composed and ready for the day as she buttoned up her collar. But her smile turned into a devious grin. She gave her skirt a little tug, making sure the length was just right. Then, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached her hands underneath.
She hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her underwear and tugged down, letting the cloth bunch up over her legs. She stepped out one foot, and then the other, and then held up the beautiful white pair in front of her. "We're going on a little adventure today," she says, and then places the panties in her bag, zipping it up tightly. "And it's going to be our little secret."
She winked and turned to head out for school.
People pass her by without an inkling that she is going commando. Guys and girls stop though and give her a look. All those eyes checking out her scandalously short skirt and some of them swearing they saw a bit more underneath She loves the attention and makes sure to bounce a bit more in her step to give them a better look
 
She passes by a guy sitting on a bench and drinking an expensive-looking cafe concoction, with a lot of whipped cream piled up on top. He takes his first sip as she walks by, a bounce in her step gives him the perfect height to see her uncovered butt as she walks by.
The guy does a spit-take, and she looks over her shoulder, giggling as she sees a mess of whipped cream spilled over the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you blow your load?" She laughs and keeps going, leaving him stunned into silence.
Oh, wow, that was great. G can practically feel the rush through her body as she thinks back on that guy. There's a mix of danger and desire in all of this. Wouldn't it be great to just be able to strip down completely and not get in trouble? If she could hide her identity and go around in just a nice pair of shoes and some accessories? It'd be amazing!
She continues her walk through the campus, only to freeze when she hears a familiar voice
"Hey, G... didn't think you had class now."
G spins around, one hand on her hip to keep her skirt pinned down, the other rubbing the back of her head. "Oh, I d-don't. I'm just here to do some... research, for... uh, class!"
Two of her friends are there. Both faces light up at her response. "Oh, you got time to grab something at the cafe?"
The cafe... a perfect spot to show off, but with people she cares about...? It could be rewarding... "Yeah, sure!"
G and her friends make their way to the cafe. As she walks, she bumps up against one of her friends, skin touching skirt. Her friend makes a curious chirp of a sound but dismisses it. But she knows she knows, and that's all that matters. Careful, G, she thinks to herself. Don't want your friends getting the wrong idea... do you?
The cafe offers them some refreshment, and Miss G leans over the bar, a stool covering her. The glass walls leading out to the quad means anyone looking in will have a perfectly censored shot, allowing them to fill in the blanks with whatever they desire.
Her friend, of course, has a lot to say about things like boy trouble and the state of the Numbered, but G doesn't listen to that. Instead, she rubs her legs together, the draft from the air conditioning really getting her revved up. She bites her lip, a blush forming on her face. "H... hey, could you excuse me? I think I... I need to go to the bathroom."
She rushes out, leaving her friends behind as she slams the bathroom door shut before her.
"What was that about?" asks one friend.
"I dunno," says the other. Maybe it has something to do with what I said?"
"Oh shoot, yeah, she's sensitive about that..."
 
Inside the bathroom, G quickly bends over, letting her skirt ride up for anyone entering in to see as she gazes down into the stalls. They're all clear. She sighs in relief and slides on into one, locking a door and relaxing against the wall. "Damn... that was spicier than I thought..." she says, hitching up her skirt and looking down at herself. Her snatch is soaked already. She runs her fingers down her body and closes her eyes, letting out a soft sight. "Yeah... so many people got to see me... and my friends were none the wiser."
She sighs as she tickles at herself, shifting her shoulders against the stall door. This would be the perfect cap to the whole affair--masturbation in a public bathroom. Maybe someone would even show up and sit in the stall next to her, making it even naughtier?
The door opens, and she holds her breath, ready for the sound of footsteps and someone entering a stall. Instead of that, she hears a voice call out. "G..., are you okay?"

 G groans, pulling her skirt down. It's her friend. "Y-yeah... I'm fine, just... s-stomach issues!" She laughs nervously
"Oh, okay... well, we'll be here for you if you need to talk. I know that's a sensitive topic for you and everything."
Her friend doesn't close the door. She doesn't say anything more. She just leaves G to stand there like an idiot, hand covered in shlick.

Wait... they were talking about something, weren't they? And G was too preoccupied exhibiting to put two and two together.

Oh, crap... what were they talking about!? "I... uh... I'm gonna be here a while... just... go without me, please!?
"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you later, G"
Once the door slams shut, G leans against the stall wall and sighs. There's no way she can get off now, worrying about what was said. Guess she might as well just use the bathroom like a normal person and get going...

G had avoided her friends since the little snafu at the bathroom. It was easy to get out of there after sitting shamefully on the toilet and waiting for a half hour.
 
But that gives G a new problem. All that waiting has made her horny again, and there's no way to relieve herself of this sexual tension because now she has to actually do some work or her friends are sure to find out she was lying to them about some super serious issue she totally ignored.

"I just need to find something to occupy my time in a place that I can pretend to work," she resolves. "Something I can use to get my mind off things and work this out... but what?"

A few minutes later, and she's in the libarary, hidden deep in rows of old dusty books no one reads anymore.. As she ponders her next move, the fresh air of the library tickles between her legs, only agitating her more. She grabs her hair and groans in frustration.

"Aah, this day went from great to annoying!"
"Oh, hey, uh... is this a bad time?"
G blinks a moment, only to see a fellow student, a tall and strapping stallion, a bit of a bookworm, but still putting a few of the human athletes to shame with how his sturdy build stretches his button-up shirt. He adjusts his glasses, which rest firmly upon the bridge of his long nose.

 "Oh, uh... sorry. Were you saying something to me?" G says, hands behind her back and giving him a big smile.
"Oh, I was... I just needed a book by here," he says, pointing to the shelf she leaned against.
"Oh, right, silly me, haha!" Oh, great. How is she supposed to cool off with this hotty here?. She bites her lip as she thinks about it. He is durable and attractive, but also a bit of a nerd, teasing this horse guy would be quite the fun time, indeed, and its not likely to lead to anything too embarrassing. This could be just what she needs. Biting her thumb, she sets herself to say something. "Oh, hey there, so we're in biology class, together, aren't we?"
"Y-yeah," he responds, his eye brightening, his ears twitching. "I didn't think you noticed."
 
"Oh, please, a cutie like you?" G says. "What girl doesn't notice a beautiful stallion when they see one?" she swishes her skirt a bit, giving him a glance at the uncovered flesh underneath.
The horse snorts. Did he just see what he thought he saw? "Aw, shucks, G, I didn't think, well you noticed."

 "Oh, I notice a lot of things," G says, fluttering her eyes. "What do you notice?"
He rolls his shoulders. "Oh, I notice a lot of things. How you're not doing any work here, and you're just taking time to small talk me. I think you have something else in mind other than doing homework."
Damn, he's really putting on the moves... and it's working! "Oh, well," she says, turning around to the bookshelf. She traces her finger along it and pulls out a book on anatomy. "I'm just doing my biology homework, you know? I need to know all about what gets the blood pumping. Maybe I should do some hands-on research?" Hopefully, he won't notice her fingers trembling as she points to a random image on the page.
"You know," he says, running a hand through his mane, "I could be your study partner if you'd like.

"Oh, I think I can handle this on my own. I know how to get the blood really pumping, you know?"
"Sure, I do. I got plenty of experience there, as well. How much do you have working as a team, though?"
She rolls her eyes, "enough to leave a partner satisfied with my contribution to the project." Oh, they're going there. Real porno territory.
"That so," he says. "Well, I could call up some other partners of mine to tell you how satisfied they were with my performance too."
"Might be fun, but let's keep this group project small for now. Don't want to share too much of the work with others, else we'll lose what makes it special."
He steps closer, looming over her. "I think we should find a good place to study in private," he whispers.
"My heart's all aflutter, already!" she says, sighing, ready to see where this would take her. She's lost all control and is going in autopilot now. Is this the big crescendo to her streaking adventure?
But when she leans back to give him a tiny taste, that's when she feels it. The long, hard bump that goes down along her thigh almost to her knee! It's then she realizes just what kind of situation she's in

 "O... oh my, it's true what they say," she whispers to herself "about horses."

"What's that? I didn't quite hear you," he chuckles.
Just then, a buzzing interrupts the two. G steps out from in front of him and pulls out her phone. "Sorry, I need to take this. Hello?"
G listens for a moment, the blood in her cheeks washing away as she hears what's going on the other side. "Are you... are you fuckin' kidding me right now!?" SHe shouts. Some people peek their heads out from the aisles, and the horse shrinks back to his own aisle to avoid being seen. "No, this isn't a good time!" G says. "You can't just... ugh..."

G rubs her nose and takes a deep breath. "Look, I'll be down there right away, but... but you owe me. I was in the middle of something, here!"
"No, that's private!."
She clicks her phone off and stuffs it back into her purse. "UGH, of all the-" she pauses, getting a good look at all the staring eyes. She gulps and takes a few steps back before she bolts out the door,?" S, leaving the horse to stand there, holding the book between his legs to hide his erection. He grumbles and shakes his head. "Whatever that was, it sure sounded important. I hope she'll be okay."
As she leaves the library, G hangs her head low. "I can't believe my luck," she sighs.