When I was young I was quite bookish. Both my older brothers were sporty, and used to tease me and call me a "geek", but it didn't bother me much, because I liked reading and got good grades at school.
When I was around 11 or so I went to visit my Aunt and Uncle with my mother. They had a 14yo daughter, Louise, who was also a keen reader, so my Aunt suggested that my cousin should recommend some books for me. Louise was happy to oblige and took me to her room to dig out some books for me to take home.
When we got to her room she sat on the side of her bed and I sat in a chair opposite her. We chatted for a while about which books I had read and what sort of books I liked and eventually she said she had the ideal book for me. There was a bookcase to my left, but instead of going over to it she turned around on her bed and reached over the other side. As she did this her blue summer dress rode up and gave me a clear view of her white cotton panties. Best of all her panties were bunched up to one side and I could clearly see her ass cheek just a few feet away. She eventually found the book, which must have been under the bed on the other side, and turned around and handed it to me. I must have been bright red, but I took the book and pretended to browse through it. I was worried that she would be mad if she had caught me peeking, but after a few minutes I figured she hadn't realised, so I began to calm down a little. Soon after Louise remembered another book she had that I might be interested in. I hoped it was under the bed again, and sure enough she turned round to reach under once more. I was transfixed once more, and this time she had to reach further under. In order to keep her balance she lifted one leg up off the bed, giving me a clear view of her panty-clad crotch. She stayed like this for about 30 seconds and I could make out the outline of her pussy lips. I figured that if I wasn't busted the first time then I wouldn't be this time, so I stared for as long as I could.
When she turned round again my mind was no longer on literature, so I don't think I heard a word she said. When we got up to leave I do remember thinking it a little strange that she had locked her bedroom door behind us. Sadly, I never got a repeat performance.
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