May

May shakes her head quickly. "I'm-I'm sorry." It's her turn to stammer. "This must be- must be horrible for you. I'm not helping."

Anna, creeping feelings of relief approaching her, manages an awkward laugh. "You're not wrong. I panicked for a moment when you said everyone could see me."

May smiles slightly. "Could, not would."

Anna nods. "I get that now." She finishes adjusting herself. "You know, it wasn't that bad."

May's smile diminishes slightly. "But we have to wear them."

"Oh, I know. It's just that...It felt so free, May. And the breeze. You'd be surprised how much I could feel without these on." Anna feels a temptation. A naughty, improper temptation speeks to her. Her hand wants to remove the panties again. Anna looks at May.

Naive May is struggling a little herself. No one just goes without underwear. That is unheard of. But, the word 'free' has a delightful connotation. She bites her lower lip in confusion.

Anna observes this and puts her arm around May. "It's ok, May. Think nothing of what I said. Let's return to class." Anna tries to guide May to the door. But May doesn't budge.

"No," speaks May after a moment.

"No?"

"I want to be free." And in one quick motion, May lifts up her skirt and yanks down her cotton knit panties. She giggled a little at the sight of them on the floor. May turns back to Anna. "I just remembered. I don't have pockets."

Anna laughed. "Um, that's your problem."

May thinks for a moment. She does feel a little freer, but she can't move around until she solves this problem. An idea, one that makes innocent May smirk mischievously, pops into mind. She reaches over and slides her hand up Anna's skirt.

"May! What are you-" Anna's surprise is interrupted with a wink from May and the comment: "It's about to be your problem to."

Anna gasps a little as two of May's fingers graze across Anna's pubic mound whilst pulling upon Anna's panties.

The two girls stand there, panties around their ankles. They remain in their half embrace, Anna's arm around May and May's hand passing up and down Anna's thigh.

"Well, what are we going to do about this?" Asks Anna.