Jake Murray one shots

The Skirt Situation

Jake finished up things in his locker, ready to start the walk home this fun Friday afternoon. He didn't have any plans other than staying in his room playing videogames, but still, that would be fun. He slammed his locker shut and shoved his phone in his pocket before he heard a voice.

"Jake! Jake!" Y/n sheepishly came up to him, trembling and shaking her hands on her thigh-length skirt. Her jumper was fuzzy and warm for this autumn day.

"Oh, hey Y/n. What's Up?"

"I... I... I need your help." She whimpers.

Jake raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "Help? What do you need my help with?"

"I... Uhh... It's... Complicated." She said her cheeks were bright red.

"Spit it out, Y/n. Come on now." He teased,

"My panties broke." She whispered,

Jake's eyes widened, and he just stood there for a moment, his blood running cold and his cheeks flooding as red as roses. He suddenly felt very guilty for teasing her. "w- huh??"

"The elastic broke. Completely. I... I had to take them off. And... I'm, you know... In a skirt." She said, looking down at her skirt that she was holding, almost tugging the hem down in fear.

"So... you..." He had to pause. "...you're not wearing any underwear?"

"No. Nothing." She blushed,

"A- aren't you at least wearing shorts or... something under..." he glanced down,

She shook her head. "I didn't have gym today, my shorts are at home. Please please tell me you have your gym shorts I could borrow?" She begged,

Jake's blush deepened as his brain processed a solution. "N- no, I didn't have gym today."

"Oh no..." She whined. "I... Could you walk home with me then? Please? Just in case... Something happens?"

Jake nodded; there was no way in hell he could say no to her, given the situation. "Yeah, I'll walk you home."

"Thank's Jake." She nervously kept her hands on her skirt's hem as they headed outside, but the second they opened the door. They noticed the wind.

Jake shivered, the cold wind blowing at them rather hard. he glanced over at her skirt, seeing the issue. "O- oh god-"

Y/n immediately clamped her hands on her skirt, desperate to keep it down.

Jake glanced around nervously and stepped closer to her. he felt so nervous and red he couldn't believe this was happening. He glanced down at the way her skirt hugged her thighs. Jake cleared his throat and kept walking beside her, still nervous and trying to prevent his eyes from lingering anywhere they shouldn't.

Y/n's steps were slow and frightened, stopping and freezing whenever the breeze blew. Her hands clamped on her skirt trying to keep it down, but she only had two hands and couldn't always stop it as quickly as needed.

Jake got glimpses of thigh fairly often even at one point a whole view of her ass. His mind raced as they walked, and he felt guilt and excitement rush through him almost at the same time. He swallowed and kept his eyes a bit more focused on the ground.

Y/n suddenly squealed, not loud enough to draw attention, and the street was empty anyway. But a breeze blew hard, pushing her skirt completely up for a full three seconds.

And Jake saw... Everything.

Jake's mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. He was a tomato for sure, no, past that, he was blushing a beet red. He couldn't believe he had just seen... that. He felt flustered, guilty, and excited all at the same time and he had to look away from her before he got any more ideas.