Meryl Tries to Style It Out

Meryl was trying not to freak out. The day wasn't even half over and she'd already misplaced her underwear, by her usual standards this was shaping up to be disastrous. She sat on the bench as the other girls filed out of the changing room, Kayla standing over her. "It's really not such a big deal, y'know," She said.

Meryl looked up at her, frowning. "How is it not? They've gone missing!"

"Or...they were stolen."

Meryl shifted uncomfortably on the bench. She didn't even want to contemplate that possibility, there was a very short list of reasons a person could want to steal a girl's underwear for, and none of them made Meryl feel particularly good. "Please don't say that!"

Kayla grinned impishly. "Maybe they're already sniffing at 'em like a truffle pig, maybe they're in some toilet cubicle, trousers round their ankles and knickers over their face, furiously rubbing one out!" She put a hand out in front of her and made a stroking motion with it.

"Don't!" Meryl pleaded, her cheeks reddening a little. "I don't want to go there..."

Kayla dropped her hand and shook her head. "Welp, either way they're gone."

"So what am I supposed to do?" Meryl asked desperately, her bottom lip starting to quiver a little. "I can't go around..." She snapped her knees together tightly as she said it, "Commando!"

Kayla shrugged. "Why not? I've done it a couple times."

Meryl rolled her eyes, "You do it on purpose! You once told me you left your g-string at home and then stood at one of the water fountains for fifteen minutes bending over to give anyone who passed by a nice view! You like it!"

Kayla smirked, "Maybe I do, just a little. You should try it sometime, that arse of yours is too good not to come out and play sometime."

Meryl smoothed her skirt and shook her head vigorously, "I'm not that kind of girl."

"What, fun?"

"No, I'm not..." She lowered her voice, "Slutty."

"Why ever not, babe? Slutty's where the fun's at!"

Meryl lookes over at her sports underwear, still suffused with sweat and smelling a little. "Why not wear those?" Kayla inquired.

Meryl picked them up and hung them off the edge of a finger, blanching at the smell, and the mud stains dotted all over. "I just had a shower, I'm not putting these back on, plus the PH situation...no."

"I don't think that's how PH works."

Meryl made a disgusted noise and flung the dirty sports underwear at Kayla's face. Not missing a beat, she deftly caught the used pair of granny panties and brought them up to her nose, making a show of inhaling deeply from the crotch area. "Kayla!" Meryl hissed, "Don't be so disgusting!"

Kayla looked down at her, batting her eyelashes slowly. "I mean I was just teasing, but...baby girl, you smell so good..." Meryl stood up and snatched the panties off of her as she cackled, turning and stuffing them quickly into her bag. "You're very..." She fished around for the word, "Immature!"

"Oh, relax. I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"The mood doesn't need lightening! I need underwear!"

Kayla went silent for a moment, "What about lost and found?"

Meryl wrankled at the suggestion, "That old box of odds and ends Coach Merryweather gets us to pick from when we forget our gear? Gross!"

"You got a better idea?"

"You want me to wear an old pair of panties from the bottom of a box of other people's forgotten clothes? That's disgusting!"

"They're likely to be cleaner than those sports knickers of yours, Coach Merryweather told me once she has the box emptied out and dry-cleaned once a year."

"Once a year is basically never!"

"Right now it's this or Commando, Mer Bear. Pick your poison, I for one don't care either way and would actually kind of like seeing you squirm all day."

Meryl pouted, looked back at her bag, muttered to herself, sighed, then nodded to Kayla, "Lost and found it is, then," she said, in a quiet voice.

The Sports Centre was mostly empty now, even Coach Merryweather seeemed not to be around. The two girls hurried through to her office — thankfully it was open right now — and went over to a bright yellow box in the corner, various clothes overflowing from it. "Alright," said Kayla, "Are we ready?"

Meryl nodded, "Let's get it done, quickly!"

They began rummaging through the expansive collection of clothes, tossing aside t-shirts, tracksuits bottoms, bralettes and socks as they went. They started coming across underwear after a little while, but almost all of it was fatally flawed in some way; one set of briefs had holes developing in the front, the back, even the gusset. Another smelled a fair bit, and Meryl refused them on principle. A third was mostly suitable, but had a worn out waistband, so when Meryl tried them on, they slipped back down her hips and pooled at her feet moments later. Kayla brought up her phone and took a snap of Meryl staring at the fallen pair, giggling at her friend's clear discomfort. "It'll stay private, Mer Bear. I promise."

They put the worn out pair back and kept searching, searching...and searching. Finally, when they thought they would have no luck at all. Kayla went, "A-ha!" As her hand fished around blindly inside the pile. With some difficulty she withdrew it and held up a final pair of panties. They were a purple g-string, the cut around the crotch and backside highly scandalous by Meryl's standards. "Absolutely not!" Meryl blurted out, "It's too..."

"Slutty?" Kayla wiggled the g-string between her fingers.

"Well, yes! Is there anything else? At all?"

Kayla looked back in the box and threw a few more things aside, shaking her head apologetically. "Nope, this is the last pair."

Meryl made a low, irritated noise. "I-I can't wear these, Kay! I can't!"

"Mer Bear," Kayla stood up and put a hand on Meryl's shoulder. "It's one day, right?"

"...Right?"

"You're the most demure, conservative girl I've ever known when it comes to showing yourself off. I think you can manage not flashing a g-string to anyone for a day, right?"

Meryl stared at her for a long time, then made the slightest incline of her head. Kayla smiled, "Are you good, then?"

"Under the circumstances," Meryl sighed, "I-I think so, for now."

Kayla handed her the g-string, and Meryl blushsed to look at it. "I..." she murmured. "I don't know...I've never..."

"Worn a g-string? Oh, Mer Bear. You're sooo innocent. Do you need...help?" Meryl nodded, not making eye contact. Kayla guided Meryl's arms onto her shoulders, then cupped her chin. "I want you to be comfortable for this, ok? So I'm gonna help you put these babies on, alright?"

Meryl nodded, somehow flushing redder. "O-ok," she squeaked. Kayla stretched the purple panties out and slowly lowered herself to the ground. "Skirt, Mer Bear, I need light for this."

Meryl reached down with trembling fingers, gripping the hem of her skirt. This was such uncharted territory for her, so indecent...

She lifted her skirt up, as high as her crotch, face burning. "There's our girl," Kayla said, with an eyeful of Meryl's pussy. "Nothing to worry about, Mer. I've seen it all before," she reassured her.

"R-right," It still felt wrong, her best friend so close to her...no-no place, but at least it wasn't a stranger, or a boy, god forbid. Kayla had her raise one leg and then the other, sliding the g-string up them. As they reached Meryl's thighs, the g-string started to feel a little tighter. Meryl looked down, and Kayla looked up at her. It was disconcerting to see that face from that angle. "It's...they're a little snug on you, Mer, but I can make it work."

"A-are you sure?"

"Positive," she flashed her a smile, then turned her attention back to the panties and jerked them up Meryl's thighs a little further. Meryl felt her bum jiggle a little bit at the sudden movement, and put her hands behind her back as if to stabilise things back there. Kayla jerked them up again, and they came a little closer to Meryl's groin. She jerked a third time, and Meryl felt them coming up to the very bottom of her hips, but the crotch of them was still dangling well below her own. "We can do this," Kayla said, breathily, "We just have to—"

Meryl heard footsteps, she looked to the door like a deer in headlights, she was about to push Kayla away when Coach Merryweather came through the door, sifting through a handful of letters. Meryl and Kayla stood there, Meryl's skirt hiked up to above her crotch, Kayla face to face with that crotch, her hands on Meryl's hips. From where Coach Merryweather was standing, no panties were visible whatsoever, so it looked as if...

"G-girls!?" She exclaimed in shock as she looked up to see one of her students knelt in front of the other, her face apparently buried in the first's ummentionables. Meryl's eyes were wide, "Coach Merryweather! We were...this isn't what it—"

At that exact moment, Kayla yanked again, and the panties were wrenched up into her crotch and onto her bum, the tightness of them making Meryl's eyes water. "Hnnng," Meryl groaned, her expression pained as she let out a long, low exhalation, her legs trembling. "I did it!" Kayla cried from between Meryl's legs, "Took long enough, but we got you there in the end," she looked up again at Meryl, who was still staring at Coach Merryweather, mortified. "Are you alright, Meryl?" She smirked again, then in a mocking tone said sultrily, "Was it good for you, too?"