Part 6, Behind the Bleachers

"Come on, we'll be in formation, no one'll even notice!" Marisa whispered to me as we stood in our band uniforms the shadow of the bleachers, waiting for halftime. I kept my top more and more undone these days, since it was feeling tighter and tighter against my budding breasts, and the large buttons were unhooked down to nearly nipple level at this point.

"I don't know, Marisa, I mean, these skirts are practically designed to show off our panties…" I hesitated. I'd already spent half the day without panties when she'd gotten them lost in the locker room before gym.

"Well, I'm doing it!" She glanced around, but no one noticed as she hooked her fingers between the slits of her band skirt and slipped down her panties. She barely bent over, only pulling them far enough to let them fall, kicking them off under the dark of the bleachers.

"You're crazy, Marisa!" I whispered, both of us giggling.

"Now it's you're turn." She smiled at me expectantly and I licked my lips. I grinned back and followed suit, tugging my plain white uniform panties down past my knees and stepping out of them. I stuffed them into my uniform top and Marisa frowned. "Not fair!" She grabbed at my chest and I stepped back, laughing.

"It's not my fault you're dumb!" Giggling, she grabbed again and I playfully darted back.

"You girls, fall in, it's almost time!" Mr Palmer shouted and I looked over at him. I wondered if he had actually been looking, but no one could see us in the contrast of the bright field lights to the dark shadows.

"Yes si-" My voice choked off as Marisa took advantage of my distraction, reaching into the still half-open top and snatching out the panties with a yank that tugged heavily on the front of my shirt. "Hey!" I laughed, tugging my top back over my briefly bared breast as she tossed them quickly into the dark under the seats, smiling evilly at her as she grinned likewise at me.

We walked over to the formation and I reached up to start closing my buttons, finding only a dangling string where the buttons should be.

"Oh my god, Marisa!" I gasped at her and she stopped, turning. "My buttons, you must have ripped them off when you grabbed at my chest!"

"I know…" She grinned her evil grin again and held one up before tossing it after the panties. "You can still do the top."

"This is totally unfair!" I whined, hastily buttoning up the top of my shirt as we scurried into formation.

"It's not my fault you've got big tits." She muttered with a smile, drawing a confused look back from the guy in front of me, whose eyes darted to the rather obvious gaping hole between my tits in the front of my uniform.

"Stupid cheap crappy uniforms…" I sighed as we stepped out.

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