I first met Nina at the beginning of college. She was friends with one of my buddies from high school, and the three of us, along with one or two other guys, began to hang out almost daily. Immediately, I found Nina to be very chill. She was smart, funny, and generally cool to be around. The only thing was that her pants always seemed to be falling off of her.
It wasn't so bad when she wore elastic pants, such as leggings or sweats. I'd often get a peek or two of panty, but it was rarely anything too major. Jeans were a different story, however. She wore them a fair bit, at least once a week, and every time she did I saw a few inches of her underwear. They were always briefs or boy shorts, and usually one solid color (black, or blue, or green, or, one time, hot pink). Now this was a let down in a way, as a thong or nothing at all would have been objectively sexier, but it was also exciting in that Nina's lack of provocative panties essentially proved that she was in fact not trying to flash everyone on a near daily basis.
This is how the fall semester went. Now, I don't know what happened over winter break. Maybe she saw a picture of herself with her underwear out. Maybe a friend (or stranger) made a joke about "seeing France". Perhaps her pants fell fully off while she was running somewhere. Whatever the case, she came back to campus in the spring on a mission to keep her pants all the way up.
The first time I saw her after break she was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of blue leggings. It seemed every five minutes she would stop to hoist the things up from her butt to her stomach and sloppily tuck in her baggy shirt. Of course the pants kept slipping back down and the shirt kept coming untucked, meaning she would have to repeat the process over and over again in order to secure her outfit. She didn't flash anything that night, but her red face, distracted demeanor, and the fact that she had to work so hard just to stay fully clothed was extremely exciting.
To Nina's credit, she did do better that second semester. She started to wear a belt with her jeans; this lasted a month until she complained that she had lost the belt and couldn't wear real pants anymore (she did wear jeans one more time, but she did so with a securely tucked in shirt and still pulled them up like a mad woman). She wore a lot more long shirts and sweaters, and heavily leaned on sweatpants, or the bottom she could keep up the best. There were still a couple quick peeks here and there, but they weren't really anything out of the ordinary.
Unfortunately I transferred out of that college after my freshman year and never saw Nina again. I wonder sometimes if she has been able to find more pants that actually fit her, but I wonder often about the event that made her so self-conscious about accidentally panty flashing people.
(P.S. I've realized down pants stories rarely get mentioned on this site. Personally, I have experienced far more of them than I have upskirts or downblouses. If people keep reading them, I'll keep providing them.)
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