I'm In Love With A Rebel

Devil's Panties

"Mom will never know." Connie smiled.
"How come?"
"Cause I've had five thongs since I was your age, and I keep buying more; Mom has never found out. That's why I do my own laundry." She crossed her arms.
I thought about that for a second. "Mom'll never know?"
"She'll never know."
"And you won't tell her?"
"If you don't rat about my thong collection, I won't rat on you."
"Deal." We shook hands and walked into Victoria's Secret. I looked at all the parties, but decided to go with a red thong and a grayish tanga (a cross between normal panties and a thong. I think they're also called "cheeky underwear").
"So, Becky, when are you gonna wear those?"
"I dunno. I guess I'll try at night first, right?"
"Yeah. Then for a few hours on the weekends. Then all day one day. And before you know it, you'll be wearing them all the time."
I sighed. I felt a little guilty, but if Connie could do it, I could do it.
"Becky!" Kimmy waved. "Wanna grab some ice cream?"
"Like you needed to ask!" I smiled. "Bye, Connie."
"Bye, Beck."
"Who's Connie?" Kimmy wondered.
"My sister. She's 17, I believe."
"Oh, okay. Come on."
******
When I got home, I still felt pretty guilty about my underwear. Unfortunately, living with five brothers, I was good at lying. So I wore my tanga for the first time that night. I didn't feel all that different.
Unfortunately, for me, I woke up late and had to rush out the door, forgetting I still had on my tanga. On the bus, I realized it, and got all nervous. What if someone can tell? What if I accidentally have a skirt fail? Sure, my skirt was a jean skirt to my knees, but I still worried. What if...
"Hey! Becky!" Helen sat next to me.
"Hi, Helen."
"Did you think last night's math homework was hard?"
"Yup."
"Whatcha get for five?"
I took my folder out of my backpack. "321 and a half."
"I got five.... Do you understand algebra at all?"
I sighed. "No, not really."
"Maybe I can help you."
"Really?" I looked casually out the window and saw a guy clad in a leather jacket, jeans, and cow boy boots on a motorcycle. It seemed as though he was headed towards Bayview high.
"Yeah. I'm good at algebra. I can help."
"Uh, Yeah. That'd be good."
"Great! I'll meet you at your house at four o'clock."
"For what?"
"To help you with algebra!"
"Oh, right. Yes, of course. Sorry. I tuned out for a second."
"That's okay."
I was still worried about "the devil's panties".