Move In Day
hi! im a writer that loves low rise sagging and other styles too. i have a friend who told me to post some fictional stories on here. i have written for years and have many stories to share w/ u all. their episodic mostly so the stories will bounce around the timeline sometimes. when i post serialized stories i will post in timeline order ( la colina is a fictional city)
Move-In Day
It was a few days before College started, and I was going to get the dorm in order. I was in a short white tube top and low 4 inch rise jeans. I'm blonde and have long hair with bangs. Sitting in my car, I already had 3 inches of crack showing. We were a couple of years into a 2000s fashion Renaissance here in La Colina, California, and much of SoCal. It started around the same time as High School, much to the teachers' dislike. The dress code was basically gone now that showing crack or underwear was unavoidable for us.
I realized I was like a little low on gas, so I pulled over to a gas station to fill up. There were two people there other than me. An old man with an old car and a really pretty woman in a Toyota. I stepped out of my car and pulled up my pants. The older man gazed at me. I went to take my wallet out of my handbag, but it fell. I stared down at the ground hoping that a magical gust of wind would put it back in my hand. I pretty quickly accepted my fate and squatted down with 3 inches of my crack out. The old man watched creepily. I quickly paid and got my ass out of there.
I arrived at the residence hall. When I checked in, the man there watched my midriff but was quiet about it. When I got to my dorm, I saw a woman with black shoulder-length hair in a green shirt and gray sweatpants that sagged down low. I realized it would be like very rude to just walk in, so I knocked. "Oh, hey, I'm Cameron," she told me after she turned. I smiled and said, "I'm Victoria." I walked into the room and closed the door. She looked at my outfit up and down and told me, "Damn girl, those jeans are low." "I know, right?" I said back, "There's a store close to my home that offers some of the lowest pants ever." "Nice, Nice."
We talked for a bit and decided whose stuff goes where. Boring stuff you don't wanna hear about. She was now unpacking again, and I watched for a while, seeing her pants fall a little bit with all of her movements. I crouched to start unpacking myself. While I put my clothes in the cabinets, I had like 4 inches of my butt showing. Cameron looked back and told me,
"Cracks bad for you, you know?" I laughed.
She walked over to the kitchen, and I went back to unpacking. Later she came out again, and her sweatpants were like crazy low. Like almost all of her boyshort underwear was out. I was honestly surprised that she was willing to show like all of that to a random girl she just met. I didn't say anything, as I liked it, really. It is her style so like I don't blame her for testing the waters.
Cameron left for some reason I dunno, so I wasn't paying attention to my pants and how low they were gonna get. I was like getting close to being finished anyways. After finishing it, I sat down on the bed and looked at my phone. I was sitting on the waistband of my jeans, with like 5 inches of ass hanging out and a sliver of magenta underwear. Cameron was back now and looked down. "Have you thought of investing in a belt?" I looked at her and I shook my head
"Belts are like ugly though." "Fair point," she responded. Her sweatpants started sliding down again as she headed to her bed. I stood up and pulled on my pants about the same time she sat. I looked back and her sweats were like off her butt totally. I could see a little bit of her thigh too. I bit my tongue and looked away. "Well uh, I have to get going" I told her. "See you in a few days." She waved bye and said "Yes, we will." I walked out and drove to work.
Move-In Day
It was a few days before College started, and I was going to get the dorm in order. I was in a short white tube top and low 4 inch rise jeans. I'm blonde and have long hair with bangs. Sitting in my car, I already had 3 inches of crack showing. We were a couple of years into a 2000s fashion Renaissance here in La Colina, California, and much of SoCal. It started around the same time as High School, much to the teachers' dislike. The dress code was basically gone now that showing crack or underwear was unavoidable for us.
I realized I was like a little low on gas, so I pulled over to a gas station to fill up. There were two people there other than me. An old man with an old car and a really pretty woman in a Toyota. I stepped out of my car and pulled up my pants. The older man gazed at me. I went to take my wallet out of my handbag, but it fell. I stared down at the ground hoping that a magical gust of wind would put it back in my hand. I pretty quickly accepted my fate and squatted down with 3 inches of my crack out. The old man watched creepily. I quickly paid and got my ass out of there.
I arrived at the residence hall. When I checked in, the man there watched my midriff but was quiet about it. When I got to my dorm, I saw a woman with black shoulder-length hair in a green shirt and gray sweatpants that sagged down low. I realized it would be like very rude to just walk in, so I knocked. "Oh, hey, I'm Cameron," she told me after she turned. I smiled and said, "I'm Victoria." I walked into the room and closed the door. She looked at my outfit up and down and told me, "Damn girl, those jeans are low." "I know, right?" I said back, "There's a store close to my home that offers some of the lowest pants ever." "Nice, Nice."
We talked for a bit and decided whose stuff goes where. Boring stuff you don't wanna hear about. She was now unpacking again, and I watched for a while, seeing her pants fall a little bit with all of her movements. I crouched to start unpacking myself. While I put my clothes in the cabinets, I had like 4 inches of my butt showing. Cameron looked back and told me,
"Cracks bad for you, you know?" I laughed.
She walked over to the kitchen, and I went back to unpacking. Later she came out again, and her sweatpants were like crazy low. Like almost all of her boyshort underwear was out. I was honestly surprised that she was willing to show like all of that to a random girl she just met. I didn't say anything, as I liked it, really. It is her style so like I don't blame her for testing the waters.
Cameron left for some reason I dunno, so I wasn't paying attention to my pants and how low they were gonna get. I was like getting close to being finished anyways. After finishing it, I sat down on the bed and looked at my phone. I was sitting on the waistband of my jeans, with like 5 inches of ass hanging out and a sliver of magenta underwear. Cameron was back now and looked down. "Have you thought of investing in a belt?" I looked at her and I shook my head
"Belts are like ugly though." "Fair point," she responded. Her sweatpants started sliding down again as she headed to her bed. I stood up and pulled on my pants about the same time she sat. I looked back and her sweats were like off her butt totally. I could see a little bit of her thigh too. I bit my tongue and looked away. "Well uh, I have to get going" I told her. "See you in a few days." She waved bye and said "Yes, we will." I walked out and drove to work.
