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Iris was squirming in her seat when a voice startled her. She looked up to see Cindy, another girl from her class, standing in front of her desk.

"Hey Iris, are you coming to the party tonight? It's Friday!"

"Heh heh", she stammered. "I'll try, but I don't know if I can to be honest."

"Come on! You don't have to always play that online game you know. Live a little in the real world!", Cindy continued, pestering her.

"O-okay, I'll try.", she smiled, and Cindy finally left. She exhaled in relief - Cindy hadn't noticed that her panties were bunched up on the floor at her feet. She had been in the middle of taking them off from under her skirt when she was interrupted.

She looked around - the class was mostly empty, and nobody was looking at her. She reached down to pick them up. Like all of her stuff, her underwear was plain and sensible - not the sexy stuff some of her co-eds would wear. Maybe that's why Victor wasn't paying attention to her.

She scribbled her number on the front and bunched the garment in her hand. She rose up, taking care to hold down her knee length skirt and quickly walked to where he was sitting, occupied by his laptop and unaware of her presence.

Taking advantage of his focus, she quickly stuffed her panties into an open zipper in his backpack. Without pausing her stride, she continued walking and left the class.

She couldn't focus on her class for the rest of the day. She couldn't believe how reckless she had been. She wondered if he would even call her. He might think this was a prank - hell, that was the most likely explanation for finding a pair of panties in your backpack with a phone number written on them.

Not only that, she had to be really careful to not accidentally flash the people around her. At one point, she was sure she gave an eyeful to a rather flustered freshman as a gust of wind took her by surprise when she was going up some stairs. She quickly ran inside her class, her face red as a tomato and decided to go back to her dorm, the rest of the day be damned.

Thankfully, she reached her dorm without further incident, collapsing on her messy bed in a heap. She looked at her phone - no call or messages. She looked at the time - almost 11 in the night.

She sighed and made herself a bowl of instant ramen. She finished eating it and began brushing her teeth, getting ready to sleep.

"Another unremarkable weekend for good ol' Iris", she thought.

That's when her thoughts were interrupted by a *ding* on her phone.