Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away - Sex Stories

Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away

... any boy see what my bare breasts looked like--much less a real jerk, like Freddy. But I also knew that Freddy most likely wasn't going to give me a choice in the matter. If he wanted to see my titties, then I had to be prepared to suck it up, and show "my girls" to him. And I figured that Freddy would probably look at my droopy boobs for a little while, and that he might even touch them and feel them. Then after he did that, I naively assumed that he would simply let me leave the bathroom. But it turned out that Freddy wasn't interested in my breasts at all. Freddy stepped into the small bathroom with me, which automatically made me back up even farther. Then in a soft-but-serious tone of voice, he told me to pull down my pants. I just stopped dead in my tracks and stood there for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. I'm sure that I must have looked like a deer in the headlights. Hearing that "pull down your pants" phrase come out of Freddy's mouth put me into a state of momentary shock, but at the same time, I was also very relieved that I wasn't going to have to show Freddy my boobs, as I had originally assumed. "What's the matter with you? Didn't you hear me?" Freddy asked, as he took another small step towards me, and then quickly added, much more forcefully this time, "Pull down your pants!" I thought to myself, Well okay, so Freddy wants to see my panties, instead of my boobs. I guess that's not so bad. If I go ahead and show him my panties, maybe that'll make him ...

... happy, and he'll let me leave. And believe it or not, the idea of me showing Freddy my panties didn't really bother me that much. After all, I had been happily showing my panties to boys--as well as to other girls--throughout my entire childhood. It was something that just naturally happened whenever I was at the school playground, and climbing around on the monkey bars, or swinging on the swing set, or sliding down those long metal slides--and doing all of that kind of very physical stuff while wearing a dress or a skirt. Keep in mind that, back in those days, we girls weren't allowed to wear pants or shorts to school. In fact, the only time that I was allowed to wear shorts in grade school was during my P.E. classes. The bottom line was that, during my grade school years, every boy that I ever played with out on a playground got to see my panty-covered pudendum and/or my panty-covered butt. And at the time, we girls simply took all this "panty-showing" stuff in stride, because that was just the way that things were for us back then. So, upon hearing Freddy's "strong request," I undid the top button and zipper of my pants, and pulled my pants down around my thighs, leaving my white cotton panties in place. Then I stood back up straight and let Freddy get a good look at my cheap, very-plain panties. "Pull down your panties too!" Freddy barked out at me, as soon as he realized that I had mistakenly assumed that the reason why he had told me to pull my pants down, was because he ...