Best Friend Problems Chapter 1-3

Rachel nodded, getting up with Lacey, still holding her hand.

“Thanks Lacey,” 

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you guys in class.” Vivan continued to munch on her sandwich, hiding any interests or thoughts she had of the current situation.

“We’ll see you there Viv!” Lacey said cheerfully as she pulled the pudding-splattered Rachel out of the cafeteria. 

After a quick dash down the halls the two girls found themselves at the changing rooms and showers, thankfully empty. 

“Okay,” Rachel said quickly closing the doors. “We made good time so we got some time to breathe.”

“Indeed we do,” Lacey said behind her as she casually wrapped her arms around the surprised Rachel, quickly unzipping her chocolate tarnished skirt. “And alley oop!” she said cheekily as she pulled the skirt down to her legs, once again revealing her firm athletic bottom and cutesy pink and blue heart printed panties.

“H-hey!” Rachel yelled, blushing as she bent her legs together and pulled her shirt down instinctually, trying to maintain some modesty.

“Oh come on Rachie, it’s just us in here and we’re both girls,” Lacey commented, sticking her tongue out at her modest friend, but still had a a slight pink to her own cheeks as she gazed down at the pink pantied clad bottom before her. “Now come here.”

With that the two went to Lacey’s gym locker, thankfully near the entrance due to being one of the edge-most lockers. Lacey put in her combination and with a squeak and a clank the metallic door opened. 

“Okay, it’s somewhere in my gym bag, you grab my skirt while I try to wash this stain out a bit in the sink,” Lacey said as she held up the stained skirt.

“Gotcha, thanks Lacey” Rachel nodded. With that Lacey briskly walked over the sink and began putting cool water over the skirt. With that Rachel turned around and kneeled down, unzipping the rather large and crammed gym bag on the bottom of her friend’s locker. Within she saw an unorganized mess of pants, stockings, tights, and shorts. Good lord for a fashion designer Lacey was a bit of a slob in certain aspects. As she dug through the heap for the spare skirt she started noticing far more intimate apparal, particularly a pair of lacey purple panties and matching braw with little black ribbons. Rachel blushed at her friend’s, erm, “mature” choice of intimates, and wondering why on earth she’d have such things at school.

“Hey Lacey, um, no judging but mind if I ask a question-“ Rachel turned her head to see Lacey missing from the sink, still on and spraying down the skirt left within the skink itself. “Lacey?...”

With a slight squeak the light blue haired Senior felt the brief feeling of feminine knuckles on her lower back as a hand held a firm grip on the waistband of her panties behind her. Her blood ran cold as she heard that insufferable giggle behind her along with a gentle tug that cause the feeling of cotton to slowly enter the crack of her bottom.

“Only if you don’t judge me for having some fun Rachie,” the purple haired minx cooled as she tightened her grip on her soft cottoned prize. 

God damn It lacey…

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Sorry for the delay on this but I hope it was worth the wait, and I'm sure you're all are hyped for the 4th part. :3

edit: Okay for some reason I called Rachel Rebecca at the beginning, sorry for the confusion, fixed it. ><