Panties For Men

One day in my 8^th grade math class, my teacher Mrs Atherton asked me to stay after for a few minutes because she needed to talk to me.  I wasn’t sure why because my grades aren’t that bad but I stayed as I was directed.

Mrs Atherton sat at her desk and asked me if there was anything I wanted to talk about, about what might be going on at home.  I didn’t know what she was getting at and I said that all is good.  She gave me a sideways glance and asked “Are you sure?”  I again said all is good.  She got up and shut the door and pulled the shade down on the window and asked me to pull up my t-shirt and turn around for her.

She then put her fingers into the waistband of my blue jeans and tugged them down a couple inches to where she could see I had on a pair my mom’s panties.  She told me “This is what I’m talking about”.  As I turned a hundred shades of red, I explained that the laundry hadn’t gotten done yet and they were all I had to wear.  It wasn’t true of course but she bought it, I think.  I was reminded that if I continue to cause a disturbance in class, I’d have to go to the principal’s office and explain why I was such a trouble maker.

I was so mad!  I figured it was that Annette Kimball who was the fink!  She sat behind me, one row over and she must have seen my panties when I wore a T-shirt that was too short to stay tucked in.  She’s always been snotty to a lot of us because we don’t have the same clothes she does, or live in the same fancy neighborhood she does.  I’ve been wearing my mom’s panties for a couple of years now that I don’t have to take gym class anymore.  I don’t wear them every day but as much as I can.  I don’t think my mom knows.

As I was getting my coat out of my locker the next day to go home, Windi Lynch came up to me and asked if I wanted to come over to her house.  DID I?!  I had wanted to hang out with Windi since she moved to the area in 6^th grade!  I told her sure, and she said we could walk together with a couple of her friends.

We got to her house and we talked about school and it was kind of boring but we both had teachers we liked and teachers we didn’t.  We turned on the tv and sat near each other on the couch.  After about 5 minutes of sitting down, she spun towards me and said “I have to know!”  and I replied what?  She said, that in her english class another girl (who I didn’t know) told her I got in trouble in Mrs Atherton’s math class.  I said that I didn’t but Windi insisted that she hear I was told to stay after class and that she closed the door and pulled the shade.  She went on to say “I heard you were wearing girl’s underpants”.  My blushing must have given it away because she squealed “You WERE!  You had girl’s panties on!” I started squirming and she reached for my waist saying “Do you have them on now?  I want to see. Show me” I pushed her hands away and told her to stop messing around but she promised that if I showed her, she wouldn’t tell a soul.  I’ve loved Windi since I first met her and so after a little bit, I told her she had to promise to never tell anyone, and she did. 

I stood up and undid my jeans and slid them down about an inch and she could see the tops but she wanted to see more.  She wanted to see how they fit on me.  I lowered them another couple of inches and she said to turn around and drop them all the way.  She wanted to see how they fit on my ass.  I dropped my jeans and she went WOW!  Those aren’t girl panties, those are panties like my mom wears!  She stood up, undid her pants and pulled them down and she had some full cute cotton panties with I think little balloons on them.  The panties I had worn that day were a shimmery teal nylon with lace in the front that were more bikini style.  Windi grabbed my hand and started running to down the hall where I nearly fell because of my jeans.  She dragged me into her bedroom and told me to take the panties off because she wanted to try them on, saying her mom won’t let her wear anything so sexy.

Well, I had an erection and how am I going to take these off and hand them to her?!  She saw that I was hard and so she said, “I’ll turn around so you don’t get embarrassed” and as soon as I got them slid down to my knees, she turned back around and was going “wow” again because she said she’d only ever seen dicks in pictures.  She took her panties off without even trying to hide and I saw for the first-time pussy hair.  She saw that I was staring at her and she giggled saying “You’re going to see a lot more than that before you’re done!”

Windi grabbed the bikinis and stood up.  She continued to face me while she pulled them up one leg and the other, finally standing up straight with her legs spread and what she later called her “muff” there in plain view. Windi then turned around showing me her fanny as she pulled the panties all the way up.  She then bent over waving her ass at me, and turned to look over her shoulder, letting her hair hang wild while giving a beautiful smile.  All the while I’m standing there with a hard on and nothing to cover up with.  She told me the panties were really soft and comfortable but she wasn’t used to them sitting so low in her hips. They were probably a size too big for her because they didn’t really want to stay up right. She told me I was really lucky that my mom was behind on the laundry, that you were able to wear her panties.  I don’t think she believed my excuse for wearing them.  While standing with her back to me, she pulled them off and of course had to bend over to get them down, which flashed her ass at me again.  She grabbed her cotton panties off the floor and told me to put them on for her.  I did and she said, “hurry! You have to get your jeans on and we have to get to the living room because my mom just drove home!”

I reached out for my mom’s panties and Windi, said “there’s no time! Grab your jeans and let’s go!”  I did and she dragged me back down the hallway just as I was getting my pants buttoned and we plopped on the couch.  She was sitting against one end with her feet against my leg while I sat on the other when her mom walked in.  I was introduced to her mom who told me “I know your mom, from some school events”.  I murmured that yes she attends a lot of things at school.  Windi’s mom excused herself and walked down the hall to her room and Windi was about to explode.  She started going on and on about how she thinks her mom likes me because she was nice to me.  The other times she had a boy over after school, her mom just glared and was borderline mean to them.

I asked for my mom’s panties and Windi, not saying no just replied “I think it’s time for you to leave” I tried to persist but she stood up, grabbed my hands again and walked me to the door.  I told her I had to have those panties back so my mom wouldn’t wonder where they were.  She just shushed me, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and pushed me out the door.  What was I going to do? I was wearing HER panties and she had my mom’s!

The next day in school, I saw her and walked over to talk to her about them, but she acted like I was insane!  What would SHE be doing with a pair of my MOM’s underwear?  Why would I be telling her I had a pair of HER’S?  She just said I was silly and walked away from me.  The class bell rang and I had to get to class so I couldn’t do anything until maybe later.  I didn’t see her to walk home with her that day and I was starting to worry my mom would look for those panties.  Again, I didn’t see Windi all day in school until it was time to go home.  She said “I have to go with my mom right after school but TOMORROW, you’d better bring me what’s mine” and she skipped out the door.

Thursday morning, when I was getting ready for school, I tried to figure the best way to take her panties back.  Do I wear them? Do I carry them in my backpack?  No. The kids always joke around and grab everyone’s packs and go through them. Do I put them in my pocket? No, that’s no good either because everyone will see I have something there and they’ll grab at the bulge.  I decided I would put them in my jacket and leave it in the locker all day.  I wore a pair of my mom’s bikinis again, that were smooth nylon all over with little bows on the leg openings, and again on the front waistband.  Bubblegum Pink in color.  I was a nervous wreck all day and I spent it worrying someone would find I had Windi’s panties in my jacket and I pulled and tugged at my shirt too. I didn’t want it accidentally rising up showing off these panties, like had obviously happened once already.  All week had been horrible because every time I saw Annette she would point at me and snicker and whisper to all of her friends.  Well I made it through the day and Windi was at my locker when I got there after school.  She grabbed my jeans and tried to pull them down a bit, asking if I “had her stuff for her today?”  I swatted her hands away and told her she promised to be quiet about that.  She looked at me with a beautiful smile and apologized.  Then said “let’s go!”