Mackenzie gets a reprieve

The professor met Mackenzie' eyes as she said, "How about y-"

"I'll do it!" the girl beside Mackenzie blurted out. "I'll present for our group!"

"Alright then," the professor acquiesced, seemingly a bit perturbed she hadn't been able to stick the presenting duty on Mackenzie. "Up to the front of the room with you."

A wave of relief washed over Mackenzie as she realized she'd just been spared further humiliation. She locked eyes with her classmate with a visible expression of gratitude.

"I hope you don't mind if I steal your spotlight for a minute, but I'm gonna give it a shot," the girl whispered to Mackenzie as she rose. She winked at the redhead. "Wish me luck!"

Mackenzie was a bit perplexed what exactly the other girl had meant by that, until she turned to face the class. The waistband of her black panties was clearly visible on her hips. This girl had left her jeans completely undone!

As the brunette began reading off the paper she was holding, a round of chuckles and whispers echoed through the class. It hadn't escaped their notice that this cute girl was presenting to the class with her pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Only the professor seemed to not pick on that fact. And, other than the slight blush on the girl's face, she seemed to give no indication that she was aware of the precarious state of her pants. A few moments later, she began slowly shifting her hips back and forth, as if nervously fidgeting. Her jeans started sliding lower down her body, exposing more and more of her underwear, and eventually slipping all the way down her thighs! The class's subdued laughter got louder at this, and it finally got the professor's attention.

"Young lady! What on earth is going on with your pants?!" she shouted.

"O-OH!" the girl shouted, glancing down at the jeans bunched up slightly above her knees. "OH MY GOD!" she shouted, her face a deep crimson. She dropped her paper and hastily yanked her pants back up over her panties, quickly refastening them. She beelined back towards her desk, mumbling "I'm so sorry!" over and over.

"Might I suggest investing in a decent belt?" the professor said, sounding annoyed. "Honestly! Well, let's move things along then. Group 3, you're next."

"I can't believe I actually did that!" the brunette whispered to Mackenzie as she sat back down beside her. Her face was still fairly red and she seemed to be slightly out of breath. "That was amazing! So terrifying but so exciting!"

"You did that on purpose?" Mackenzie asked, stunned.

"And I couldn't have done it without you!" she nodded. "Knowing you're brave enough to take things all the way, well I figured the least I could do was take one baby step. Oh, my name's Zoey by the way," she said, extending her hand.

"Mackenzie," the redhead said, shaking her hand.

"Oh, I know!" she giggled. "I mean, you're kind of famous, y'know?"

Mackenzie smiled awkwardly, still not entirely sure what to make of the girl who had voluntarily pantsed herself in front of a crowded room. "Well, Zoey, thank you for bailing me out back there. I'm pretty sure if you hadn't volunteered it was going to be me up there."

"I hope I didn't ruin your plans or anything!" she said, seeming nervous that Mackenzie might be mad at her. Mackenzie couldn't help but laugh at that, which earned her another stern look from the professor.

"Not at all!" she whispered to Zoey. After a day of nothing but misfortune, Mackenzie felt like she had finally caught a break. "Not at all."