buttcrack at school
I'm going to tell a story from when I was in high school.
That day, I woke up wearing low-rise pajama bottoms and a T-shirt; as I got out of bed, about five inches of my butt crack were showing. I left my room to take a shower and bent down to pick something up—my crack was still visible, and my mother was right behind me. She told me I was going too far and that I needed to pull my pants up immediately; I pulled them up right away and then took a shower.
After I got out of the shower, I put on a pair of very low-rise jeans and a blue T-shirt. I went downstairs to have breakfast with my sister, but as I walked down the stairs, my pants kept slipping lower and lower. My sister noticed I was exposing myself and laughed, while my mother sighed at seeing me showing so much skin again. I ate breakfast quickly because my bus was due soon; I hurried to put on my shoes, squatting down and revealing ten inches of my butt crack, before leaving the house. I ran to catch my bus, but my pants kept falling down, so I had to keep pulling them back up. Passersby saw my crack and gave me strange looks.
When I got to the bus stop, I boarded; it was crowded inside, and I was exposing my butt crack to everyone. I knocked a lady's bag over; I apologized and rushed to pick it up, all while showing off fifteen inches of my crack. When I arrived at the high school, I got off with my crack still exposed and went to hug her; she noticed my pants were riding very low but didn't say anything. Once inside the school, I went to my locker to put my things away; as I bent over, my backside was on full display. Everyone laughed at the spectacle, but I had no idea why. I stood back up and headed to physics class with my friend.
Once we got inside, only the front seats were available, so my friend sat behind me. I sat down, exposing a 16-inch expanse of my butt crack. The teacher had just arrived and asked us to do some exercises. After 15 minutes, she asked for a volunteer to come to the board and work through them; no one raised their hand, so she picked me. As I stood up to go to the board, everyone suddenly started laughing—I didn't understand why. The teacher, standing right next to me, could see my entire crack; she told me my backside was showing and that I needed to pull up my pants. I pulled them up a bit and did the exercises. The rest of the class went smoothly, and I kept my T-shirt pulled down to avoid showing my crack.
After class ended, the teacher came over to tell me she knew I was a serious student but that I needed to avoid showing my butt crack during her lessons; she suggested I wear a belt, but I told her it wouldn't help. She let me leave; it was lunchtime, but I had to grab something from my locker. I went to get it, but a teacher asked me to help carry some books. I agreed and started carrying them to her classroom, but I dropped them. I bent down to pick them up, exposing my entire backside; the teacher was standing right behind me and was shocked and disgusted to see my whole butt crack, but I didn't feel a thing and just kept carrying the books without pulling up my pants.
That day, I woke up wearing low-rise pajama bottoms and a T-shirt; as I got out of bed, about five inches of my butt crack were showing. I left my room to take a shower and bent down to pick something up—my crack was still visible, and my mother was right behind me. She told me I was going too far and that I needed to pull my pants up immediately; I pulled them up right away and then took a shower.
After I got out of the shower, I put on a pair of very low-rise jeans and a blue T-shirt. I went downstairs to have breakfast with my sister, but as I walked down the stairs, my pants kept slipping lower and lower. My sister noticed I was exposing myself and laughed, while my mother sighed at seeing me showing so much skin again. I ate breakfast quickly because my bus was due soon; I hurried to put on my shoes, squatting down and revealing ten inches of my butt crack, before leaving the house. I ran to catch my bus, but my pants kept falling down, so I had to keep pulling them back up. Passersby saw my crack and gave me strange looks.
When I got to the bus stop, I boarded; it was crowded inside, and I was exposing my butt crack to everyone. I knocked a lady's bag over; I apologized and rushed to pick it up, all while showing off fifteen inches of my crack. When I arrived at the high school, I got off with my crack still exposed and went to hug her; she noticed my pants were riding very low but didn't say anything. Once inside the school, I went to my locker to put my things away; as I bent over, my backside was on full display. Everyone laughed at the spectacle, but I had no idea why. I stood back up and headed to physics class with my friend.
Once we got inside, only the front seats were available, so my friend sat behind me. I sat down, exposing a 16-inch expanse of my butt crack. The teacher had just arrived and asked us to do some exercises. After 15 minutes, she asked for a volunteer to come to the board and work through them; no one raised their hand, so she picked me. As I stood up to go to the board, everyone suddenly started laughing—I didn't understand why. The teacher, standing right next to me, could see my entire crack; she told me my backside was showing and that I needed to pull up my pants. I pulled them up a bit and did the exercises. The rest of the class went smoothly, and I kept my T-shirt pulled down to avoid showing my crack.
After class ended, the teacher came over to tell me she knew I was a serious student but that I needed to avoid showing my butt crack during her lessons; she suggested I wear a belt, but I told her it wouldn't help. She let me leave; it was lunchtime, but I had to grab something from my locker. I went to get it, but a teacher asked me to help carry some books. I agreed and started carrying them to her classroom, but I dropped them. I bent down to pick them up, exposing my entire backside; the teacher was standing right behind me and was shocked and disgusted to see my whole butt crack, but I didn't feel a thing and just kept carrying the books without pulling up my pants.
