A Memory from School

.....which is why, on hot summer days, some of us would,sit on the wall of the school with out legs apart facing the road that ran past our school. We knew damn well we were showing our panties, but that was the point, you see. A lunchtime sitting like that garuanteed a wet gusset for the afternoon and a tingly feeling in our clits. It was inevitable that one day, one of us would go,further and not wear any panties. Guess who that was! I had hardly any hair, so the cool breeze kissed my damp quim nicely, and, of course, I made sure boys saw me. The result was often me leaving the wall in enough time to rub a couple out before going to class.  Sometimes, all four stalls were full of girls trying to masturbate silently. It was so funny to hear the little gasps and squeaks as we all tried to,pretend we were in there for other purposes.  We would also talk about the staff. We had a couple of creepy teachers who were always trying to look down our tops or up our skirts....and sometimes we would not wear a bra, or make sure out panties were pulled tight up the crack of our bums so they looked like thongs. It was a huge laugh to give a teacher a hard on! We also had a couple of teacher who we thought were Lesbians. We would talk to them about our sexual worries in the hope,of shocking them, or turning them on maybe.  But there was one teacher we all fancied. He was young, good looking, and I mean knicker-wettingly good looking. Most of us fancied him, and I know that me and my immediate circle of friends had all masturbated thinking about him.  We would do awful things to this poor man. Everything from sitting in his class with our legs apart, to not wearing bras and having one too many buttons undone. But it was me who hit on the ultimate idea.  One afternoon, after I'd got myself nice and wet flashing my panties on the school wall, (and I had masturbated into them too), I had this teacher for the last period of the day. Just before we entered his classroom, I had slipped my panties off. I'd intended to flash my quim at him, but I changed my mind. Instead, when I went to his desk to get some work marked, I dropped them into his bag. He, like many teachers, had a huge bag that he lugged around. It was easy to just ball them up and drop them.  I knew he had heard them fall, but it was what he did next that made me cream myself. He could have embarrassed the fuck out of me, but instead, he just snapped his bag shut. He didn't say a word, just shut the bag.  The next day, he asked me to stay behind after class, and quite simply, handed me my panties. Not a word. I took them from him and walked to the door. Just before I got there, he said "thank you." I fled down the hall, and couldn't wait to tell my close friends. Over the rest of that term, we took it in turns to do the same. Each time, it got the same result.  At night, we would lie awake in bed, imagining what he was done ng with our panties, and, of course, doing ourselves at the same time. Both he and we could,have got in a lot of trouble, but it was an immense turn on. Oh, there was never any addition to our panties when we got them  back. Sometimes we would try to convince ourselves he had cum in them, but really, he never did.