Caught Staring (ENF)

Darren hated English class. It was a required credit so he had to take it, but it was just so boring. It was an 8:00 am class and he could barely keep his eyes open.

The one thing that kept it from being terrible was that his seat was across the room from Annette, the most beautiful girl in their year. She was absolutely stunning, and since he was seated directly across from her, he could kinda stare without being too suspicious.

Today, Annette was wearing a skirt. He could see right under the desk. Usually, she had her legs crossed modestly, and he couldn't see anything. But today, she was concentrating hard on writing her notes. He casually turned his gaze downward.

He could see right up her skirt. She still had her knees together, but not perfectly. He could make out her simple blue panties.

Darren looked back at his notes, but he couldn't help himself. He turned his head again. Her legs were still slightly open, and he could see her panties even better now. He couldn't believe it.

As he finally tore his gaze back upwards, his eyes traveled across her face briefly. She looked up. They made eye contact.

Darren froze. Had she noticed him looking? His eyes involuntarily darted down to take another peek. He realized his mistake immediately, and tried to look back at her face as quickly as possible, but it was too late.

Her eyes went wide. She looked down and then back up at him. Then her face turned bright red. She quickly crossed her legs and shoved her hands in her lap to push her skirt down further.

For the rest of class, Darren kept his nose down over his notes, avoiding looking at anyone or anything. It dragged on, but finally the professor told them to go.

He tried to rush to the door, but Annette made it there first and blocked his path.

"Darren..." she said. "Were you peeking up my skirt earlier?"

"What?" he said. "No! I wasn't! Honest!"

"Don't deny it. I saw you doing it."

"I..."