Zara's POV
I stood in front of my mirror the next morning, smiling without meaning to as I stepped into the short schoolgirl skirt I had picked out. It was plaid and pleated, the kind that barely skimmed my thighs when I moved. I paired it with a simple white button-up top, leaving the first few buttons open so the fabric would shift and show just a hint of skin. No bra underneath.
The soft cotton brushed against my n*****s with every breath I took, and I could already feel them tightening from the friction, sending little sparks across my chest. I slipped on my sandals, grabbed my bag, and gave myself one last look. My hair fell loose around my shoulders, and I had kept my makeup light, just enough to make my eyes look a little bigger and my lips soft and full. I turned to the side an
