Jake looked up at Becky, her looking down at the table. Such a sweet girl, sitting there trying to make him feel better. Maybe he could explain. How much worse could it get?
“Ok, Becky” he started, figuring he’d just tell it like a story. “Remember your birthday? That day you were wearing that blue skirt and white top?” He quickly told he what he saw and how cute she looked and when he saw her blue and white striped panties he just started thinking about that a lot. So when she left to go next door, he just wanted to see them again, and found them before he knew what he was doing.
He couldn’t believe he said, babbling out the whole perverted story, and now sat there waiting for her reaction.
“Oh . . .I still don’t understand.” She stood up and walked to the door.
Jake simply got up, followed her and walked outside. As he passed her she gave him a quiet “see ya” and he replied with a wave.
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That night while lying in bed, Becky continued to think about what happened that afternoon with Jake. As it happened she immediately felt the embarrassed that he would actually see her underwear. It didn’t occur to her at first that it was something he purposely did, and somehow felt ashamed that she was such a slob as to leave her undergarments around for him to see.
She knew none of this was true, but even as he told her about how her skirt had lifted and he saw her panties, she felt the same shame years ago in Chicago when the boys on the playground made fun of her when she fell off the swings wearing her little dress.
“I see London, I see France, I see Rebecca’s Underpants!” She remembered them giggling to each other and pointing at her. And even though that was so long ago (and she was what, in fourth grade?), she still felt uncomfortable wearing skirts or dresses and was always so careful not to “show” anything.
Even as Jake explained and apologized to her, her immediate reaction couldn’t be helped.
It was only hours later when she was lying in bed that she started to realize what happened, and what it really meant.
Jake saw up her skirt, and it wasn’t something he was going to make fun of her for, but it was something that aroused him.
But she knew she wasn’t like all those girls on tv, she didn’t have the big boobs, didn’t dress like them, didn’t act like them. And she didn’t even own any “sexy” underwear. She remembered as Jake told her what he saw how well he remembered the panties she was wearing. Could he really have found them sexy?
Becky ran her hands to her hips, feeling below the loose boxer shorts she was wearing and felt the edges of her panties. She knew they were just plain white cotton panties, not the ones Jake saw, but would he like to see her in these as well?
She squeezed her legs together imagining Jake looking at her, and felt a tingle building there. And what would he do with her panties if he took them?
Why was he holding them up to her face? Her left hand moved down to the front of her body and pressed on the small mound, pressing on her panties . . just the spot where Jake must have seen. She started arching her hips slightly, increasing the pressure between her hand and her groin.