[Janethebrain]

This site is so amazing at bringing back long forgotten memories. I just wander around reading your stories, and all of a sudden, BAM, I'm thinking of something I haven't thought about in 20 years. Here is another long lost memory...

I was at a party in college, it was casual party at somebody's apartment, we didn't have many fraternities or sororities at our school. I remember it was warm outside, and there was a keg in the kitchen, and everyone at this party seemed to be smoking, which I hated (and still do.) The smoke was especially thick in the kitchen where the hard core partiers were hanging out so I was trying to stay in the front room where some open windows brought in a little fresh air.

Every time I went into the kitchen to refill my beer, I would dramatically wave my hands, complain about the smoke and tell everyone that they were killing themselves.

Note: I was that girl who after a few drinks was always telling people what they should do, or bragging about something. During college, I had become a lot more outgoing, but I needed to watch the volume knob on my new personality. And, when I was drinking the volume was all the way up, and I had no filter at all.

I found a couple plastic pitchers and would fill them up and bring them to the front room so the non-smokers didn't have to make as many trips into the kitchen. And every time I went into the kitchen for refills, I was a total pain in the ass to the smokers, even stubbing out cigs if they were left in an ashtray. It became kind of a joke every time I came in to fill the pitchers.

After a couple hours of this, the smokers had enough of my attitude and were actively plotting against me.

The next time I came in to fill the pitchers, they all pulled out their packs and lit smokes at the same time. They were doing it just to fuck with me and were puffing much more than normal to create a ton of smoke. I reacted by pretending to cough, because I couldn't wave my hands with a full pitcher in one hand and another one filling up in the other.

With absolutely no warning, one of the girl smokers yanked my shorts down to my ankles, right when I had two full pitchers of beer in my hands, so I couldn't react without making a big mess.

This was not the first time I had seen a pantsing, but it was the first time it happened to me. I was wearing sexy but not sheer panties, and with all my theater experience, I wasn't particularly put out by being in my underwear in front of other people. So instead of freaking out, which they clearly expected, I just stepped out of my shorts which were on the floor and delivered the two pitchers to the front of the apartment.

From an exposure perspective it wasn't any worse than wearing a bikini bottom, but it got the whole group very worked up. I came back to the kitchen and picked up my shorts which somebody had put on the kitchen table and put them back on without saying a word. I don't know if my casual approach made a difference, but there were a string of pantsings for the rest of the night. And many people got it worse than me. One girls panties got dragged down with her shorts but she didn't realize it at first. A couple dudes had chubbies.

I had totally forgotten about that night.