>>1606272I take a few steps over to the edge of the pool to begin my lengths. By this point, the rest of the club have stopped, and all eyes are on me. I'm already blushing like mad, and by the time I've reached the edge, geometry seems to have conspired to cause the two straps to separate, so my pussy is now mostly uncovered. "No fixing!" Natsu chimes from behind me. If I get into the water, at least I'll be partially hidden, I think, and dive in.
After five lengths, the suit is basically a total loss. One strap's now between my cleavage, and the other's slipped off to the outside. I don't want to get out of the water, but the faster I do this, the faster I can get some clothes back on. There don't seem to be too many people out on the fields, so hopefully my audience doesn't extend beyond the swimming team. Now basically naked, I plod to the outside of the pool and start my laps, tits flopping about as I run. Halfway through lap two, the strap not caught on my cleavage falls off my shoulder, but is wedged in my pussy and somehow doesn't fall off. It's just trailing after me.
I complete my five laps to applause from the team. Natsu is still looking confused "I don't understand. It was perfectly fine for me. Do some people just not know how to wear swimsuits?" I can only conclude that she has magical powers.
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I didn't have any more material prepared, and didn't want to do another "walking home" story, and we've got a lot of stories on the go here, so this is the end. In case people were curious, Art club was the more embarrassing route. Junko would have been roped into being the subject of some body painting art, and then told afterwards that it takes six hours to dry. Also not wearing the suit was the more embarrassing choice there, as Natsu wouldn't have forbidden fixing it, and Junko wouldn't have been made to do laps. The bet was a choice everyone would have metagamed like hell, so it became not a choice.
