Panty Flashing Clib.

Firstly, we didn’t all get together and talk about it first. To begin with, we were just a group of girls, sitting on a school field having lunch together, but over time, we began to become aware that we were being watched. Sometimes by one of the monks, or nuns, but when boys began to be admitted, them too. We realised that they were getting a thrill out of seeing what was between our legs. 

Secondly, we noticed one another. Girls scope one another out a lot….who has bigger boobs…who has pubes…..who has started her periods…and eventually, who has ‘done it’ yet. ‘Done it’ can be anything from masturbated to being laid, and all points in between. We are curios with and of one another. 

But the day did dawn when we realised that Brother Michael, for example, always stood in a place on the field where he could see up our kilts, should we be sitting in a revealing way, so we promptly made damn sure we did! When Brother Michael left…they never stayed longer than a semester or two…then we had. Brother Simeon. 

Eventually, we got daring with one another, and we entered the ‘commando’ phase. Who dares to go without panties? 

Of the eight girls in the group, there is no doubt that five of them were bi curious, but then my personal belief is that everyone goes through a curious phase. It may last months or years, or a day or two, but I think at some stage, we all wonder about it. Maybe it’s more prevalent with girls who are more touchy-feely than boys anyway. Also, we have a sexual desire too, but we are scared of fulfilling it with boys because of the pregnancy aspect. 

As you know, I started exploring my bi side by skipping PE (which I loathed anyway) and I usually had the locker room to myself, which gave me access to as many freshly worn panties as I wanted. In there I discovered the commonality of girls’ scents as well as the uniqueness. Every girl is the same but different, if that makes any sense! 

What we discovered, over a couple of years of active panty flashing was the power of our bodies. People wanted to see between our legs. When we realised we could actually cause erections, just by the way we chose to sit, well, I mean, what a blast! 

I remember one day, Brother Michael was standing in his usual spot which was always near us, no matter where we chose to sit on the field, except this particular day he was closer to us than normal, and it was a ‘commando day’. Three of us weren’t commando owing to it being their time of the month, and two of us had their backs to him, which left three, one of whom was me, almost directly facing him. 

There was no question of doing what we originally planned which was feet by bum and kilt draped over knees, but with knees spread, that would be way too blatant. Instead, we sat cross-legged with the kilt drawn up over our thighs. Yes, it sagged in the middle a little, but our vulvas could be seen. Brother Michael couldn’t tear his eyes away from us, in fact, I don’t think he even blinked. When I reached sideways into my bag I exposed myself fully. When I looked back, there was a distinct bulge in. Rather Michael’s habit. 

Surreptitiously, I pointed it out to the others and there was no doubt. Brother Michael had a stiffy that I had given him. I remember feeling an immense rush of sexual power at that point. Oh, I know the poor guy was celibate, and was probably so backed up that he may well have cum in his…er….whatever monks wear under their habits. 

There was a time when I had pubic hair, but like most girls, the horrors of craggy pubes caused by normal everyday leakage as well as periods soon made me ensure that such pubes as I had were restricted to above my labia. The need to keep them inside swim suits also made trimming a necessity and soon the thought occurred to me that fuck it….id lose them as soon as I could.

That’s another opposite isn’t it? We can’t wait for our proper pubic hair to come in yet when it does, we shave/trim it almost to extinction, and some girls, like me, simply want rid. Hence the laser treatment, or I should say treatments, plural. It takes several goes before every single hair follicle is destroyed, and even then new ones can form. 

I soon learned the power of flashing my panties outside of our little club too. I became very aware of being checked out by others. Boys, girls (who, as I said, seem to check one another out routinely) but also, men. 

No….they are not “perverts”. Men are (most men) hard wired to be attracted to curves. Hence a shapely waist and a pair of tits, added to a nice firm bum will attract a man’s gaze. I for one don’t blame them in the least…in fact, I loathe this criminalisation of men that seems to be going on. Ok, so a man looks at me. He doesn’t know how old I am (unless I’m in a school uniform) and I am aware that, depending on what I’m wearing, I can look much younger than I am. I have never suffered an unwanted approach. A couple of times a man approached me but when I declined their attention, they we fine about it. Men seem scared to approach girls these days. I suppose they think they are just as likely to get a slap round the face and someone screaming sexual harassment. To my mind, the kind of women, or should I say ‘wimmin’ who have caused this are the least likely to have someone make a pass at them anyway. Perhaps that’s why they did it. If no-one makes a pass at them, then no one else will get one either.  Miserable cunts. 

But it’s back to the power thing for me. I realised at a very early age that my body generated a power…an attraction. I know some girls who were scared of it, but most of us seemed to revel in it. 

I think it’s safe to say that all girls are aware of their daily secretions, and again, it seems to be a love/hate thing. I know girls who positively chewed through pack after pack of panty liners, while others (me for one) never wore them. Ok, sometimes I changed panties during the day, but I didn’t want to use liners. To me there’s a shame factor to them. My vaginal secretions is natural, and I’m proud of it. It has a light, flowery scent, similar to a freshly mown meadow, with a musky undertone. It is designed to attract whomsoever, of either gender, finds it attractive, and that suits me just fine and dandy. 

So, no, we didn’t just decide one day to become flashers. It was a gradual process of noticing that we were being noticed. That led, as most things do, to development…pushing the boundaries. And who is likely to,push boundaries like a group of horny teenage girls? 

Nowadays, I have developed it further. During the warm months, I can go out with the explicit intention of flashing someone. Young, old, it depends what takes my fancy. I once flashed at a teenage boy in a coffee shop sitting with his parents. I sent him on is way not only with a hard on, but with a coin sized wet spot on his pants! I once wore my only pair of almost transparent panties and ended up flashing a guy who must have been at least 80. He left the shop we were in (in a mall) and walked straight to the public toilets. The thought that I’d given him a refreshed image for his wank bank gave me no end of pleasure! Good for him! 

As I’ve said before….my body, my rules, my way.