Letting Our Pants Fall

When I was in school, I took a drama class. I was the only boy in the class. One time when I had to stay after in that class with a girl, she dropped her books. When I bent down to pick them up, my pants rode down, and she saw the lace hem of my panties. After we were let out, we were walking home together. She dropped her books again and, once again, she saw the lace on my panties. When I handed her the books, she simply said, "Nice panties. They look like mine." I acted confused like I had no idea what she was talking about, but she had seen, and there was nothing I could do. She then pulled her pants down and showed me her panties, which were exactly the same as mine. They were white with lace on the waist band and flowers on the material. Then she pulled down my pants. We began talking, and she said we should try to get all the way home without our pants on. We did. When we got to her house, we had sex for hours. The next day when the teacher was out of class, she pulled down my pants, and all of the girls saw my bright pink panties. All of the girls laughed. Most of them were really turned on, especially when I had an erection. Over the next weeks, I had sex with all of them. Letting our pants fall when the teacher left became a normal thing.

— Tyler, 19