Stories/LongTimeLurker/test
The door opens on to a school hallway, one side lined with windows overlooking school grounds lit by the late afternoon sun, a few students milling about. The artificiality of this view is revealed by the occasional stutter across one of the windows.
The other side of the hall is lined with classroom doors - out of one leans a school girl, on the shorter side, but with a remarkably developed figure. Her hazel eyes light up upon seeing you, her pink pigtails bouncing as she suddenly straightens. She runs down the hall toward you, her full bust leaping in her uniform. "English club's just about to start!" she says with visible distress, taking you by your hand and leading you back to the open door. She stops to wait for you to enter first, regaining her composure and straightening her uniform, giving you a sweetly encouraging smile.
The late afternoon sun casts the room in long shadows from the bank of windows against the far wall, showing a green courtyard beyond. Amid the regularly spaced desks sit several girls in mismatched school uniform, most of whom take a pointed interest in your arrival.
"Finally!" exclaims a grinning girl wearing a bright yellow ribbon in her hazel hair and a short skirt, a mischievous expression on her spritely face. She springs from her desk and pulls you excitedly into the classroom as the sweet pink-haired girl makes an indistinct noise of protest. "I knew you wouldn't miss our last day before graduation!"
"Of the dying year, to which this closing night will be the dome of a vast sepulchre," a pale student with raven pigtails states in a disaffected tone, her black uniform accented by frilled white lace and a deep crimson tie between her full breasts. She gazes out the window, setting her cheek on her palm, "Vaulted with all thy congregated might."
"And here I was hoping you could go a single day without being the weirdest bitch in this place," mutters a busty blond girl in a low-buttoned uniform and visible black-and-scarlet bra while tapping on her phone, her bare legs ending in heavy platform boots crossed beneath her bright red pleated miniskirt.
"Phones down!" commands a tall, long-haired, buxom girl in glasses, her pristine uniform the most conservative among the students. Her tall stockings still leave a glimpse of her plump thighs beneath her swishing hem as she strides to the front of the class. "And where are the refreshments?"
The mean girl in the red miniskirt rolls her eyes, her phone dripping languidly in her perfectly manicured hands. She turns to the sweet pink-haired girl just as she steps into the room and says, "Hey, could you go get the drinks?"
The sweet girl smiles, quietly saying, "But… that was your responsibility…"
The mean girl sighs. "Yeah, well… I forgot. Burn off some of that nervous 'my panties are too tight' energy and get them for us, would you?"
In the ensuing silence, the class president dismisses the sweet girl with a wave of her hand and an exasperated, "Just go get them, we have too much to get through today!"
A shy girl with short-cropped blue hair furrows her brow, trying desperately to avoid acknowledging this awkwardness by focusing even more intently upon the textbook in front of her. As she sinks in her seat, her short skirt rides up even higher to show more of her rosy thighs. Her blue eyes dart furtively toward you, her pretty face flushing pink when you catch her gaze.
"We will start the club with conversation practice!" the authoritative girl in glasses begins, adjusting the frames on her glasses, the lenses flaring with reflected light.
"But it's the last day!" protests the energetic girl in the yellow headband, spinning to rally the rest of the girls, her short skirt and dramatic movements exposing panties stamped with a pink heart across her pert cheeks. "Shouldn't we be doing something fun!?"
"Practicing conversation //is// fun!" the girl in glasses insists in a serious tone. "And perhaps I do have something special planned." She allows herself a knowing smile as she glances at you. "But we do not ignore our club's standard practices, even on the last day!"
You notice the sweet pink-haired girl is no longer by the door, apparently having gone off to get the drinks.
"Now pair up!" the head of the class commands.
Pair up with the head of the class
Pair up with the energetic girl
Pair up with the shy girl
Pair up with the goth girl
Pair up with the mean girl
Look for the pink-haired girl