A Lack of Attendance

Meryl was sobbing quietly to herself in the girls' bathroom, her knees drawn up to her chest, her panties flung carelessly onto the floor of the cubicle. That had been a disaster! Pantygate multiplied by a hundred, worse than her wildest nightmares! Half the class had seen her behind, Victoria had almost certainly seen her...her front, and there were probably high-definition pictures and videos starting to circulate by now; not to mention Ms. Grimn's testimony on the whole thing would reach her head of department soon enough, and then the story would begin to come together: Meryl Prentiss had suffered a psychotic break, or else a personality transplant, and was now doing her best to be as sexually promiscuous and exhibitionist as possible! First the business in Coach Merryweather's office, and now this...there would be virtually no way to explain them away as two unrelated incidents, no way to convince them that she was still good, she really was, it was just that lately her clothes had developed an unsettling habit of betraying her...

She cringed, the cool air of the bathroom felt both mildly soothing and also slightly embarassing, acting as another reminder of her predicament, of the fact that she was unable to even cover herself with a normal, well-fitting pair of undergarments. She looked down at the purple g-string, wanting to cry at the very sight of it. She brought her hands up from where they had been resting by her feet, and placed them over her exposed pussy for some semblance of protection. It felt kind of...nice, actually, she thought as she sat there. There was a softness to her nethers she'd never fully appreciated before, so preoccupied had she been with keeping them out of sight and out of mind. Subtly, almost unconsciously, her fingers played lightly against the surface of her vulva, and a little shiver ran up Meryl's spine at the sensation. It felt almost...yes, it was getting...moist, down there. Meryl felt a colour rising on her cheeks, how could she possibly be feeling...like that...at a time like this? It was unthinkable, it was ridiculous, it was...she exhaled, shuddering. It was distracting. It was...she moved her finger slightly, the little trickle of liquid transferring onto it. This wouldn't do, she could hardly even think of leaving the bathrooms like this, especially not whild she was without underwear. People would notice, or else she'd need to keep her thighs clamped together to stop the trickle from coming down her legs. Meryl tried to calm herself. There was a way, there was something that could be done to make the progression stop, to make this...feeling go away, but she seldom did it, having always felt it was somehow...dirty. She bit her lip, the very thought of it was...well it was unthinkable. But...she put her legs down onto the floor, then gingerly lifted her skirt up, revealing the wetness below. She gulped, then rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, reminding herself of what it felt like.

"Okay, okay," she said. "Just a small...just quickly...I need to, otherwise...yeah," she reached down with her right hand, placing it over her vulva, and then, achingly slowly, she ran it lightly over the surface. That simple motion brought another sigh to her lips, this time one of...relief? Release? Meryl shook her head to snap herself out of it. Stay rational, she thought. Stay rational and focused, you're only doing this to...to relieve your stress, to get your head back in the game. She gave it another rub, this time with a little more oomph, and her legs seemed to move independently of her, spreading just a little wider as if trying to accommodate her own probing fingers. "Hoo...okay...I can just..." Another rub, this time a moan escaped unbidden from her lips, even as she touched her other ones. "Just..." she pressed her lips together, stifling a second moan. "Just focus...just...need to..." Meryl couldn't believe she was doing this, in the College toilets during lesson time no less! Somewhere, the rational part of her mind was screaming, but she was beginning to...not care, not quite as much. Her fingers continued their wicked work, but contrary to her initial hopes, the wetness was only increasing. She could feel it starting to pool beneath her on the closed toilet seat, touching the back of her skirt and her bare bottom. In time, she began to almost lean into it, drawing her hips forward with each round of rubbing, as if moving to meet an invisible—

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened with a loud *THUD* and Meryl jumped, her leg kicking out in front of her in shock. She was snapped out of the moment, her hand frozen at her crotch, her eyes wide and afraid. Then, the footsteps started, at the other end of the room at first, then drawing closer. She looked down, wondering if she should try to put her panties back on quickly, but realised with a start that they were gone! She put her hand up to her mouth to muffle her gasp, the g-string...it must have been kicked out under and through the stall door, but that meant...

The footsteps were getting closer, and if whoever was causing them hadn't already, they'd no doubt soon notice a pair of bright purple panties coiled up on the floor. Meryl cringed internally, scolding herself for that stupid, inappropriate bit of masturbation she'd engaged in. This was the exact reason she never really did it: Bad things always followed! Whoever was on the other side approached her stall, then, with a kind of surprised grunt, stooped and picked up her panties. Meryl made an involuntary squeak as whoever it was said, "...Meryl?" and she finally recognised it was Cheryl. Despite knowing who it was, she felt no more reassured than before, if anything the fact that it was Cheryl now inspecting her loose panties and not some anonymous person she'd never have to speak to again was a good deal worse. "Baby doll? I...huh..." she took a step back from the stall, her shoes turning on the spot. "These are...christ these are small, no wonder...hmm...maybe she went to her personal tutor..." Cheryl started to walk away and at once Meryl panicked, she couldn't let Cheryl give those over to her tutor, she needed them! And besides, how would she ever explain this to her once they were in her hands? Meryl got up from the toilet seat and flung open the door just in time to see the bathroom one close behind Cheryl. She rushed forward, "Cheryl!" She yelled, "Cheryl wait!"

As she emerged back into the hallway, she collided with someone else. Meryl let out a shriek as they both went down, and it took her for a few moments to get her bearings after the fall. She felt...weird, she was sitting on some oddly textured bit of the floor, kind of soft and warm...she looked down and saw with a start that not only was her skirt ridden up to her hips, there was also a shirt below her — someone's chest? Quickly rising and falling as if they were breathing quite fast. Meryl felt a sickening lurch in her stomach as she began to put things together in her head, she turned and looked over her shoulder, and right behind her was a jet black mop of hair, the face below it barely visible under...under her own peachy bum. The bit of floor she thought she'd been sat on, it wasn't floor at all...it was a face! She went pale, eyes going back to the front, where it dawned on her that, judging by the large protrusion in this someone's trousers, she had fallen in such a way that she was now sitting with her naked arse and privates pressed directly into the face of a—a boy! "Baby doll?" A quiet voice whispered to her, and she looked up, to where Cheryl was standing a few feet away, the purple panties clutched in her hand, an expression of wonderment on her face. Meryl felt the embarassment coming over her like a tidal wave, her cheeks (the ones on her face) already tingling as they began to go red, and then, finally, the initial shock of the moment passed, and Meryl screamed.