My girlfriend is usually very shy, but not always.
She has eyes with flecks of gold in them and soft brown hair that casually circles around the outside of her breasts. Sometimes she puts it up into a bun when she's hot, and pieces of it fall down her long neck. She's one of those beautiful people who doesn't know it.
When we first started dating, I found a Catholic college uniform in her closet, and mentioned it. She began to tell me about her school days at an all-girls Catholic school, a few of which were especially memorable.
She'd worn the uniform that all other girls did — a white cotton button down shirt, a wool skirt, opaque tights and flats. She was a very good student, and her head was always in a book when the bell rang and startled her. Tugging a bit at her skirt, which was always becoming askew at the slightest disturbance, she would go to class, eager to learn everything there was to know about whatever the subject. If she knew the right answer, she'd shoot her hand up and gasp a little with the exertion, begging the professor to call on her so she could get all the right answers. My girlfriend was an outlier in the glass because the rules were that you weren't supposed to move around or make noise during class. Most of the girls sat in rows, perfectly still, backs straight, legs crossed, receptively gazing up at the professor for instruction.
Eventually, she got so far ahead of the class, that she stopped paying attention to the professor and started looking around her for more interesting ways to pass the time. The girl who sat directly in front of her, she remembered, was a redhead who used pineapple shampoo and loved to whistle to pass the time. She would always wear panties with patterns on them - sometimes big red cherries, sometimes green bows, even jumping reindeer during Christmastime. Since my girlfriend was only allowed to wear white cotton underwear (occasionally, her mom would playfully lift her skirt to make sure she was wearing the proper type), she became fascinated by this classmate who got to break all the rules. It got to the point where she needed to start each class by knowing what type of panties the redhead was wearing today.
At the start of every class, the redhead would lean forward in her seat and, sometimes, my girlfriend could see which panties she chose to wear that morning. They'd be poking out between her white cotton dress shirt and wool skirt, right below the freckles on her lower back, and the game would be over immediately. But other times, the space between the shirt and the skirt would be closed, and my girlfriend would be forced to pay attention to the boring professor again. Fortunately the redheaded girl who was also a great student, would shift her posture a seemingly endless number of times, numb with agony at how slow the class was going. Each time she moved, she got closer and closer to revealing her panties to my girlfriend. It was very distracting.
"Are you watching me?" the redhead asked during a hot day in early May. When she shifted her weight, my girlfriend noticed it was a melon day. Seemed like everyone was thinking about summer.
"What?" my girlfriend said, blushing.
"Are you watching me?
"Please stop talking" the professor said, and the conversation ended.
After class, my girlfriend went to the bathroom. Her wool skirt was scratching her thighs, and her calves were a little sore from the long run she'd taken that week. Her body was a little bit tired, in need of a recharge. As she sat there on the toilet, she tried to forget the redhead's question. It had to have meant something though. She reached down to touch herself, and jerked her hand away, surprised by how wet she was. Her white cotton underwear was soaked, and she looked at it taught around her ankles inside her black tights.
She heard the door of the bathroom open, and heard someone whistling. She felt her pulse beating faster, more blood rush suddenly to her pussy. The person came in and stood right outside the stall door. My girlfriend couldn't breathe. The only thing she could do was sit there with her panties around her ankles and get wetter and wetter.
"Hey it's V. I know you've been watching me in class," the redhead said finally.
My girlfriend stayed as quiet as possible. Her white cotton shirt was gapping more than usual as her nipples hardened.
"Are you going to admit it?"
She heard V moving on the other side of the door, and saw one of her feet lift up, and then the other one. She closed her eyes, so embarrassed at how turned on she was. When she opened them, she saw V's melon panties in front of her. She picked them up, and they were as wet as hers.
