Teacher spots your friend's removed panties

Mrs. Susan notices Stacy's panties in your hand. "John, whose panties are those in your hand?"

"They're Stacy's," you tell her, confidently.

"What are you doing with her panties?" she asks. She looks as though she's more intrigued than angry.

"They were very wet, Mrs. Susan," you tell her.

"Stand up and show me," the teacher says, approaching "Both of you".

Stacy stands up looking red as a beet and miserable. You show Susan the soaked panties.

"So I see," says Mrs. Susan, taking them in her hand. "And why exactly were you soaking through your underwear, Stacy?"

Stacy is flummoxed. "I was feeling up John's body," she stammered, "and ---"

"MAYBE," says Mrs. Susan in a sharp tone, "if you concentrated on class instead of engaging in sex play, you'd be able to keep your panties dry, or at least keep them on." She walked back and put the panties prominently on her desk. "You can sit back down, and collect these at the end of the day."

Stacy and you sit back down. Stacy is red as a tomato, and trembling with intense emotion.

"that was the most humiliating experience of my life," said Stacy with quiet intensity.

You put your hand on hers. She snaps her head in your direction, giving you an exacting look.