Like virtually every other little girl in the world, I vividly remember my mother's constant nagging about keeping my dress pulled down so the boys wouldn't see my underwear. She was forever reminding me to sit like a lady, keep my legs together and be careful about bending over when I was wearing a skirt, or a dress. She never bothered to explain to me exactly why those pesky boys would want to see my underpants, but based on the amount of times she warned me about showing off my underwear, I expected something bad would happen to me if any boy ever saw my panties.
But, nothing bad ever happened. And, the more she reminded me, the more curious I became about boys and why my panties would be so interesting to them.
With the help of older girls I knew, especially Susan, my best friend's big sister, I figured it out. And, over time, I discovered several things about boys and panties that still ring true, even today, almost ten years later.
Over the years, I've became masterful in the art of showing my panties at the right place and the right time, crafting it into an art that has benefitted me time after time and brought me pleasures I wouldn't have otherwise had. I agree, this makes me a little bit of an exhibitionist, but, I'm very careful to whom I show my panties, and when.
For me, it's the thrill of letting a guy see up my skirt and knowing he's watching.... knowing he's getting turned on while I tease him. Sometimes, I'll give a guy a short peek, just to see if he's interested. And if he is, I might give him a longer look. The goal, of course, is to tease him and push him to the point where I can tell he's excited and then keep those memories fresh in my mind until I can get back home and rub my little magic button until I cum.
I admit, I masturbate a lot, but, there's nothing wrong with masturbation. I'm also a bit of a voyeur, and I've had many opportunities to watch guys masturbate, and that's something I dearly love to do – watch guys stroke themselves, especially if they do it while they're looking at my panties.
My college years were the years where I really discovered the potential a simple pair of panties possessed. For me, it was a time of experimentation because there were so many horny guys and so many opportunities to try new things. I have to give most of the credit to my friend, Evan, because without his help, I couldn't have ever understood and commanded the awesome power of panties.
I met Evan at the college library a few weeks after school started during my freshman year. He had a campus job helping out in the library, and he was breathtakingly cute. He had these big blue eyes that seemed to follow me when ever I was in the library, and more than once I went in there just to see if he'd look at me. I started flirting with him one day, and he flirted right back – offering to be my personal library helper anytime I needed something in the library. So, I took him up on his offer a few times, and sure enough, Evan found books for me, checked my books out ahead of others and did little things for me when ever I was there.
One day, I caught him looking at me while I was trying to find a book in one of the racks. It was early in the day – the library had just opened, and the place was virtually empty. Of course, by now I was eager to finally find out if Evan was really interested in me, and I'd made up my mind that I'd try a little flashing to see if I could urge him on.
I knew he saw me come into the library, but, I pretended not to see him. I worked my way over to a rack of books that would give me the perfect position to let him have a quick, innocent peek up my skirt. Without trying to be obvious, I kneeled down to look for a book on the lowest shelf and swung my legs toward him.
The coast was clear, so I let my legs open a little and carefully peeked up in his direction to see if he was looking at me. Not only was he looking, he was openly staring at me and he had a big smile on his face. I acted like I didn't see him and opened my legs a little bit more. I knew he'd be able to see up my short jean skirt all the way to my panties and I got a little jolt of excitement as I stayed in that position for a minute or so letting him look at me.
After a short while, I stood up and looked over to where he'd been standing, but, Evan was gone. I looked around for a second and still didn't see him, so I figured he wasn't interested after all. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Evan pops up right in front of me carrying a load of books in his arms to put back in the shelves.
He said hello and so did I, but, that wasn't the end of it. He kept glancing at me as he put the books into the shelves, and once he'd put the last one in its place, he came up next to me and asked me if I'd found what I was looking for.
"No." I answered. "Not really."
I explained that I was looking for a book to read for a project in my communication class, but, didn't see anything I liked.
"There's some interesting things in the back of the old 900 section." Evan replied. "Come on, I'll show you."
He led me over to a section of the library that was mainly old reference books and thick encyclopedias, but when he turned down the last aisle, walked all the way to the end and stopped to look back at me, he had this smile on his face that told me he had something else on his mind.
"Down here." Evan said, pointing down to the lowest rack. As I looked down, there was a stack of paperbacks that were haphazardly stacked and obviously out of place. He kneeled down and shuffled through the stack and picked up one of the books.
"Ah." He said, looking up at me. "Here it is."
As he handed the book to me, I looked at the title.
"Her." I said in a questioning tone. "Is this a novel?"
"Oh, I doubt it." Evan replied, chuckling. "I read it last year. Its a little risqué but maybe you'll like it."
I thumbed through the paper back, and it didn't take but a few seconds to see that the paperback was probably closer to soft pornography than anything else.
"You don't have to check this one out." Evan said softly. "You can just take it and bring it back when you're done. We keep these back here because we can't put them on the shelves...... there's about fifteen we have that are like that one. Wanna see?"
Almost unable to speak, but not wanting to put him off, I nodded my head as I stuffed the paperback into my backpack and squatted down next to him to look at the rest of the nasty paperbacks hidden there. As I settled down on my haunches next to him, he shifted his position so our knees were almost touching and he looked up at me. Then, without saying a word, he looked down at my legs and back up at my face again.
"I saw you when you were over there." Evan said very quietly, as he motioned over his shoulder with his head. "I saw what you did."
At that moment, I couldn't tell if he was complimenting me, or not. He'd obviously seen me showing him my panties and he was waiting for me to say something.
"Can you do it again?" Evan asked, whispering so low I could barely hear him.
As if I was in a dream, I opened my legs in my crouching position and shifted them toward him. Evan glanced down and then looked back up to my face. "I can't see." He said.
We both moved a little – I moved so I could face him more and he moved to make it easier for me to open my legs. We weren't more than a foot apart as I opened my knees enough for him to see up my skirt and between my legs, but when he was finally able to see, he started to stare directly between my legs.
