I knew a girl in high school named Melissa. She was from Brazil and very tall and slender, with straight black hair. If you saw her from behind, you would swear she was Asian. Beautiful face, amazing legs, tiny tits, and nice toned legs. Hot enough that she only dated college guys. She was fairly stuck up, and her family came from a bit of money.
Melissa was a bit of a fashionista. Always in really nice outfits, and she loved skirts to show off her legs. I had caught a few glimpses of her panties over the years. Despite her slim legs and elitist demeanor, she gave out a lot of free views up those short skirts. But one stuck out in particular.
I had a number of classes with her, including English. I knew two things this day; 1. The English teacher was planning some lesson or discussion that would involve getting out desks in a circle, and 2. Melissa was wearing one of her short fancy skirts.
I knew where Melissa sat in English, and I knew where I had to be seated to be 180 degrees from her when the desks were circled, so that is where I was hanging out, socializing when class started. It came together pretty nicely, and I was right in position.
Melissa was keeping her legs crossed, and I could seem to catch a glimpse up into the darkness of her skirt. Then the real blessing came...
The classroom door was open, with Melissa and a couple other girls with their back to it. The teacher asked them to close it to block out the noisy hallway. Rather than simply getting up, moving her desk out of the door's path, closing the door and sitting back down. Melissa and the other girls simply decided to scoot their desks without getting up. She opened her legs, and I mean she OPENED them. Wide. I distinctly remember a collective gasp from the guys on my side of the room.
The reason I couldn't seem to see her panties is because they were BLACK. Jet black satin, shimmering in the fluorescent lights. I had never known a girl to wear anything like that. Actual lingerie. Most girls in my high school wore simple cotton panties.
Her thighs spread so wide I could see the elastic running up either side of her crotch. With her attention focused on moving her desk and closing the door, I could stare and stare, memorizing the shiny swells in her fancy panties.
I found out many many years later she was thinking of asking me to the prom. DAMN! I could have done more than just look at those fancy black panties!
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