The Under Garment (18 +)

The Innocent Tempted

He watched as she carried her clothes across campus from the safety of his classroom daydreaming of going up to her and finally asking her out. Her body bouncing as she huffily carries her dirty laundry.
This had been routine for him for the pass few weeks. Ever since school started he'd notice her out of the corner of his eye and mere glances turn to intense obsessions. Watching her move to complete her laundry on this day at this time as if this were an unspoken ritual between the two. Sinful thoughts of this beauty seeping at the corner of his mind scaring him a bit but at the same time fulfilling his dirty thoughts.
When she was out of site he turned to see the teacher looking down upon him.
"Again with this," she exclaimed at him angrily, "why don't you just leave the class room at this point, your presence feels very absent."
He could feel the class around him letting out snickers of delight as she soaked him in her intense gaze making him feel small.
"No no.. I'm here. I apologize miss," he says stumbling over his words.
"Mhm." She simply huffs walking back over to the board in confident know it all manner.
Despite this teacher getting on his nerves he needs this class for his major and despite him having a nice B in this class enough to satisfy him she still decides to come to him in his most thoughtful moments criticizing where he draws his attention too.
He paid attention for the rest of class taking no notes and if he got up to leave she walked over to him at an angry pace.
"One more distraction from you and I have the authority to throw you out of this class Mr." she said to him as if he were a mere elementary school child, "and that is a promise," she spat out the words angrily as she turned on heel and left him seeping in dissatisfaction for his lecture.
Sinking into deep thoughtfulness as he stormed out getting angry about her tone towards him. None of the other teachers cared when he veered his attention elsewhere in their classroom. No one came and lectured him like a child. Why was this teacher setting her sites on him so much he wondered. Does she think he can do better?
As he walked and pondered he saw her in front of him running back to the dorms clothes in one hand bounding in one hand and with his fixation on her running form he took notice of a little clothe floating out of her bounding feature.
This was his chance perhaps he thought taking his leave over to where the thing from her had landed.
Blushing as he looked down upon it he noticed it was a pair of her underwear. How embarrassing he thought. He couldn't pick these up, she'd be disgusted with him but still. He's be returning them to her out of the kindness of his heart and something else.
He looked around frantically hoping no one would notice his mind eye drawing him to the same window where he'd watch her so many times before. Noticing no one he quickly scooped them up stuffing them into his hoodie pocket quickly and started taking her pace to catch up to her.
He stopped at the girls dorm in front of the doors as countless women walked by he tried to slip himself in the lady at the front desk stopping him though.
"Do you have permission to be here or are you with someone?" She asked eyeing him suspiciously.
"Ummm... no, I'm just returning something someone had dropped," he said as fear took hold of him as she held her hand out at his words.
"Give it to me and I'll put it up here for this person," she said still eyeing him with her cold gaze.
He froze in the moment. Could he really do that to her? How embarrassing would it be? He reached into his pocket hesitantly wrapping his fingers around the material object all while feeling his face covering in a blanket of warmth.
He couldn't.
Taking stride he left the building without another word as a confused desk assistant, hand outstretched, is left in silence.
He returned quickly to his own dorm as if someone were following him and pulled the cloth out of his pocket and throwing it on his bed examining the material with his eyes more closely.
A bright red lace thong with weavings that would look tantalizing on her. His mouth drips a little with the thought as he licks his lips.
He feels weird as he stares at them and having a need to grab them and sniff them felt as though he were violating her privacy. His hands tremble as he puts them out to the one piece of her he has but than he puts it away, his thoughts feeling creepy and new to him.
He decides the best option would be to throw them away and not speak of the event ever again. Without thinking he tosses them away in his bin and starts working on homework.
.........
That night as he was throwing away some things he cleared off of his desk he starred down again into the garbage at the lost and forgotten undergarment. His mind playing tricks on him again.
'No one would know. No one would find out about this.' It said to him making him shiver.
In anger and denial he went to sleep deciding that tomorrow he would get rid of this accursed object once and for all.