You hear the bell ring, and choose to get to class than worry about a small hole in your jeans, after all it's only an inch.
You rush to your locker to get your books. Your arms full, you don't even think before turning around and slamming the door with your butt. You take a step away and hear a 'twang' sound as you feel a small bit of resistance, but when you take another step, everything seems fine. You slowly jog to your class, hoping no one sees the hole in your jeans, and your panties peeking out with every step.
As you round a corner, you hear another 'twang' before you stop outside the classroom door. You turn your back towards the wall so you can feel the hole in your jeans without anyone thinking you're a weirdo.
You reach back, and you're relieved that the tear has not grown. You sigh and look down. You wonder what those twang sounds meant if it wasn't your jeans that got snagged, what was it? Your eyes wander and find a light pink thread on the ground leading back to where you came from. You pick it up and give it a tug, and you hear the familiar 'twang' from before.
Dreading the worst, you reach behind you again, but this time you poke your finger inside the hole. You gasp as you feel bare skin under your jeans. You look at the clock and see that the tardy bell is about to ring. You quickly run inside and grab a seat. with both your arms free, you dig your hands under the waistband of your jeans to see if your panties are completely ruined or just damaged. You feel the elasticized waistband of your panties and the material in front is intact, but the material covering your backside is gone. Your gusset is intact, but from the seam in the back to the waistband is completely gone, leaving your backside naked under the think denim of your jeans.
There's nothing you can d about it now as the class begins. The teacher rambles on about something, but you don't listen as your heartbeat drowns out all external sounds. You are sitting in class essentially without any panties on, and your jeans have a hole that can rip open and expose your naked rear to everyone.
You feel somewhat safe, however embarrassed for the time being, so you try to relax. Your mind drifts until you see the teacher waving at you, calling your name. You ask her what it's about and she points at your classmate standing at the front of the room placing a visual aid board on the front table.
Now you remember that you were supposed to give a report about the gulf war with your partner, Stacy. She did all the research for you. All you have to do is stand behind the podium and read it. Stacy said she will gesture towards the visual aid when necessary. You clench your butt cheeks together and hope nothing is on show as you walk to the front and stand behind the podium. You take a deep breath and relax.
Stacy notices your secret, but keeps quiet as you start talking. The podium shields your entire body from the chest down. Stacy is motioning towards the board like a pro while you are trying to prattle on. Halfway through, Stacy feels like you are butchering her research with your poor reading and decides to take action.
She takes a pair of scissors off the table and stands behind you. you feel her hand pull on the waistband of your panties. Stacy must have thought you were wearing a thong, but when she sees that there is no material coming from the back, she quickly snips the waistband, and pulls the remnants of your panties out of your jeans. To make sure no one wonders what she's doing, Stacy quickly pockets your panties and continues to pose in font of the board.
Now that you have nothing under your jeans, you feel even more naked as you nervously try to finish your presentation before Stacy gets any more ideas. The coarse fabric tickles your nether regions as you shift from one foot to the other. When you feel the seam of your jeans graze your clit, you have to stifle a moan. You don't notice Stacy move behind you again, but this time, she yanks your jeans to the floor.
You look down and see Stacy trimming away at your jeans. You don't want to draw attention to yourself, so you keep talking. Stacy stands up, but doesn't pull your jeans back up. You wonder what she's up to, so you look over at her and you see...
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