She was simply the most unobtrusive girl in our class. Always sweet and polite, never without a smile, helping any who needed help, she was almost part of the background in a rowdy class with more than our share of trouble-makers. She got good grades and never gave the teacher any problem. I think her essays were the ones the teacher used as a standard against which to grade us.
I was just trying to get through my last year of high school. My sights were set on the State University and I was competing for one of the scholarships offered to kids of "limited means", so I worked hard to keep my nose clean. I managed to get all of my assignments done on time and to keep a low enough profile not to draw the ire of the class leaders who couldn't stand anybody who worked hard enough to raise the curve.
As usual, Evangeline was sitting at her desk at the back of the room, right In front of a low bookcase I needed to get into. I knelt to reach the book I wanted and I almost lost my balance. My knees spread widely giving her a private show up my little skirt. I didn't think too much about flashing another girl, especially Evie, as she preferred being called. We all saw each other in panties and less in the locker room during P.E. classes, so it was no big deal to have another girl see up there, except that it turned out to be a really big deal. It was lite-changing, though I didn't realize it at the time.
I leaned over to pull the book off of its shelf when I felt a hand on my inner thigh, under my skirt. I was shocked for an instant and froze. I looked up into Evie's eyes and she was smiling at me. The expression on her face was nothing short of loving and that surprised me even more. "Evangeline...?"
"I love your panties, Paula. You always wear such nice things."
Her hand moved forward to touch my panties, brushing over my mound. I felt an electrical charge straight from my clit to my pleasure centers. Naturally, I'd already been masturbating regularly, usually to fantasies of boys I admired, but I'd had thoughts of other girls, too. Evie was never one of them until she felt me up my skirt. Suddenly, I was strongly attracted to little mousy Evangeline who had taken charge and was gently feeling my vulva through my panties. Her actions were hidden from the rest of the class. It was our own private thing at that moment.
I've had boys feel under my skirts when we were making out, but they were always so rough. They'd tried to get me off, but never succeeded in much more than a quick rub before I took their cock out to give them a hand job, ending our make-out session. This was amazingly different. Evie was a girl, too, and she had the same parts as I. She understood what she was doing and I liked it a lot.
My study partner interrupted our little assignation, yelling at me to bring the reference back to our little study group. I looked into Evie's eyes and whispered, "Thank you. That's so nice."
She smiled sweetly. "Would you like to get a coffee with me after school?"
I amazed myself further by nodding. She smiled more broadly. "The Jitter Bean on Second?"
I nodded again and smiled as I rocked back, regretfully, to stand, my skirt falling to cover our little sin. I returned to my study buddy and we finished our project quietly. At the end of the hour, I looked around for my mousy friend and she'd already gone.
After the last of my classes, I got what I needed out of my locker and closed it. I managed to get out to the student parking lot and to my car, but I realized when I sat in the leather seat of my old car that my panties were just soaked. I'd never had a guy make me feel this way and I was both excited and a little scared about what would happen next.
I drove to the coffee shop nervously. I'd never really done anything with another girl and somehow, Evie had really turned me on. I wondered what she'd do and how far she'd go in a public place and I particularly wondered what I'd do to her. Somehow, the thought of touching her under her skirt was as much a turnon for me as the anticipation of her doing it to me.
I found her in the back at a little table in a dimly lit corner of the shop. She gave me the sweetest smile as she pulled a chair right next to her. "I'm so happy you came. Please sit down."
I hung my purse on the back of the chair and took off my jacket. She'd already ordered and I found myself sipping a caramel mocha. It tasted really good and I smiled shyly at her. "Thanks, Evie. This is really great!"
We sipped our coffees and began to relax. I looked at her and grinned. "Do you peek up all the girls' skirts?"
She blushed prettily. "Yeah, pretty much. I love panties. I guess it's kind of a fetish or something, but I think panties are so pretty and so sexy."
I never really thought about doing that, but I began to consider it. We attend an all-girls school and the standard uniform has us in cute plaid skirts, white shirts and blazers. They publish uniform standards, including what underwear we should wear and how long our skirts have to be, but none of the girls pay that any attention. I always wear whatever panties and bras I like and I know the other girls in my P.E. classes do, too. We all roll the waistbands of our skirts to shorten them. The teachers see what we wear, but never say anything about it. After all, we're supposed to be ladies and ladies never reveal their intimates.
"Do you let other girls see yours, too?"
Her smile got bigger. "Oh, definitely. Most girls look and some even want to look closer."
"Like you did?"
"Uh huh. It's so fun!"
"Do you want to look at my panties again?"
Her eyes opened widely. "Can I? Would you let me for real?"
I thought about it briefly and I got a lovely tingle in my pussy. "Yeah, that could be kinda hot. Can I look at yours, too?"
"OMG, that would be amazing. I love letting girls look. It makes me feel so sexy."
