Panties for the drunk rock band on the school steps

"Tanya, your fly's open, girl."

It was Melanie, an absolute sweetheart. She and Tanya had been good friends since kindergarden. But Tanya had ****. The instructions were quite clear.

"Stop looking at my crotch, you stupid lesbo slut!"

Melanie was shocked. Tanya had to walk off, which was just as good considering how much this hurt her.

Most of the boys Tanya saw on her way to school were too distracted by the nipples straining against her too small tshirt to notice that her fly was open, but her luck changed when she got to the school.

Since Tanya sneaked out of her house early, it was still a good half an hour before class. Ryan, Tim, and Alec were lounging on the steps. They looked like they had stayed up all night, and in fact they had, playing rock at a skeezy after-hours pub. They were now wrecked on the school steps, still in leather jackets and lame jeans.

She had to make her way past these jerks to class, and she felt their eyes travelling up her legs. The excessive heels made her calves stand out nicely, but their eyes didn't stop there.

"Tanya..."

"Yo, Tanya..."

"Tanya, Tanya..."

"Your fly is open..."

"Like, it's open..."

"Totally open..."

Ryan, Tim, and Alec had managed to say this in the sort of toneless disharmony that characterized their singing. Tanya groaned, knowing what she had been compelled to do.

"Boys, thank you so much for your kindness. If you'll just wait a minute, I'll reward you with my panties."

The three boys were in no hurry.

Tanya walked to the boys' washroom on the first floor, which was thankfully empty. The instructions were a bit inefficient. She had to strip off her jeans, take off panties, and then put her jeans back on three times in a row. Every noise made her jump, but no one walked in during this.

She then wrote "Tanya" and "555-5555" on the crotch of each pair of panties -- green thong, grey cotton, and white lace.

On her way back, there were a couple girls in the hallway that looked at the panties in her hand oddly, but they didn't say anything.

She tossed the panties to the boys and bent over to kiss Ryan. His breath stunk of liquor. Her open crotch was over Tim's face, but thankfully she was still wearing two pairs of panties.

"Hot!"

"Dude!"

"If we have your panties, why are you still wearing panties?" Tim wondered.

"I put on five pairs today, boys," Tanya replied efficiently.