10:07 A.M. Monday, October 15, 2063
Eleven of the girls were already in the
room as the bell rang; they were topless by the time the others came in several
minutes late, waiving slips of paper over their heads. I read the first
two; they were identical.
�Are these all the same?� I asked.
�Yeah, Coach,� answered Turio Teraufau,
an adorable fifteen year old virgin of full Tahitian blood, �Someone needs to
send Genkins back to Driver�s Ed.� She folded her blouse and bra, putting
them in the basket beside her.
Genkins. I
wondered if it was true that he drank during the school day. He�d never
failed a test, but there were ways to beat the tests. I wondered, too,
why the school district kept him. This happened at least once every se�mester,
though there were never any injuries. Somehow, it was always the other
guy�s fault. I didn�t really buy it.
I told them, �Well, as it isn�t your
faults that you are late, and you have the notes from the office to prove it,
none of you will have the three points deducted from today�s quiz. Maybe
Mr. Genkins should lose three points.�
They were all topless now, and Amy had
removed her skirt, shoes, and stockings as well.
�It looks like our Miss Tellington is
the only one with a working memory today,� I suggested.
They all turned to look at the slender
redhead, making her blush, and then removed clothing (with much rolling of the
eyes, and a hint of reluctance from Lisa) until they, too, stood before me in
nothing but panties.
When I�d had them remove skirts, shoes
and whatever socks or stockings they�d worn last Friday, the panties had mostly
been basic white, cotton underwear. Today, I was greeted with a rainbow
of panties. Red, gold, black, sil�ver, green, bikinis, thongs, shear,
opaque, lace, satin, lame, even doeskin leather, in the case of Amy. I
suppose she remembered to take her clothes off because she�d been looking
forward to showing these off all weekend. They�d *all* thought of it
while getting dressed this morning; that was obvious. Several of the
girls were almost thrusting forward with the hips in eagerness to show off
these undergarments, and I decided to wait until next week to ask them to
remove them, seeing that they had gone to such trouble. Of course, I made
this decision every year, for the same reasons. I also implemented a
little plan that had occurred to me during the last summer.
�Wow!� I exclaimed, �what
pretty panties!�
There was general giggling, and more
than a little blushing.
�Tell you what, why don�t we� we�ll do it
in alphabetic order, by first name. Each of you come to the front of the
class and tell the rest of us about that beautiful
underwear. If you have a matching bra with you, you can put it back on,
too, before you come up.�
Some of the girls seemed delighted with
this idea; others seemed almost scared. But this class was going to get a
lot more intimate, and potentially embarrassing, than talking about
underwear. In fact, the whole idea was to ease them into this more gently
than I used to do. I�d still be doing the same thing, naturally, but not
until next week, and this �show and tell� would hopefully take some of the
fright out of what was going to happen then.
So up they stepped, one after another,
most in matching tops and bottoms, some in bottoms only. A few of these
seem to stick out in my mind.
�Hi. I�m Amethyst Smith, and I
made these panties and matching bra myself, over the weekend. That�s why
they are a simple black thong, with a bit of lace, and the bra is just your
basic black bra with lace. I didn�t think that I was up to doing anything
really elaborate yet.�
�Hi. I�m Lisa Lagrange, and my,
uh, set, is made of genegineered spider silk.
The bra has pockets for adding pads, but there seems little point in that,
seeing as how you all know just what I do and don�t have upstairs.�
�Hi. I�m Mimosa Kang, and my panties are a cheap
knock-off of an expensive designer label. The material is real silk, but the pattern [black and gold snakeskin] is simply
printed on, not woven from individually dyed strands, like the real designer
thing. You have to look close to tell the diff, though, and I�m always
proud to find a bargain.�
I was surprised that Amethyst was that creative, that shy
Lisa volunteered the information about the pad pock�ets, and that the Kangs,
easily the richest family in my class this year, were such bargain
hunters. And Amy�s leathern panties? Her
mother gave them to her. I decided that you could learn a lot about a
girl by listening to her talk about her underwear.
Assigning them Chapter Five, I just sat back and relaxed, for the most part, until the class buzzer went off, five minutes before the school bell. This was a necessity, of course, as the girls needed time to dress.
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