"We don't need them!"

May bends over and plucks both pairs of panties off the blue tiles. She's excited. This is a new excitement and what minor reservations remain in her she quickly swallows. She knows everyone else thinks she's a prude. Maybe it's time she loosens up.

May tosses the panties effortlessly into the trash bin.

Anna gasps. "May, I do need those."

May smiles. Bouncing up on her toes, she kisses Anna's cheek. "No, you don't." And with that, May leads Anna out of the bathroom.

They walk the halls hand-in-hand. Each girl stiffles a giggle whenever a classmate or teacher passes them in the halls.

They enter the classroom; Mister Smith doesn't bother looking at them as they enter. May winks at Anna and takes her seat. Anna smiles and returns to her own desk.

Anna turns around in her seat to look at May one last time, as if to say "Are we really doing this?"

May returns the look with a cheerful grin.

Anna turns around, thoughts distracted by these Sapphic developments with May, and watches class drone on.