A Pantsing Story (Patreon)

How about another one. When I was eighteen, I had a lovely experience with a friend named Cass. She was a tomboy and had been once since we were little kids. We had been great friends as little kids, grew apart, reconnected in our mid to late teens and were finally in senior year of high school.

We were both eighteen at the point of this story and it was one of the last times we hung out so it is the only story I cared to share but I am sure by then she knew of my interest in pantsing, wedgies and undies. I had made jokes about pantsing her because she was the unpantsable.

Well, she had always wanted to get high and I had just started getting into getting high. So, she asked to hangout and smoke, so we did. It was winter with snow on the ground, but we had to smoke out in the woods near her house. It was fun but maybe not as high as we wanted to get and I had to go before her mom got home (not the first time I heard that).

We are back at her house, just goofing off high. She is in sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt if memory serves. She is on her couch recording on her camera cause she was one of those kinds of people, apparently not the first time nor the last she did it with other people. I am sure if she found that video there is some mention of undies but it is lost to time or here saved files.

Well, it was getting about that time, and it was time to go. I was walking around on my knees messing around while she was preparing for mom to return and me to take my leave. I gestured for her to come give me a hug, I don’t think I had it planned out but it was a spur of the moment.

She bends over to hug me on my knees and I grab the sides of her sweatpants and yank them right down. She shouts my name and quickly yanks her pants back up as I gloat at pantsing the unpantsable woman. Her shirt was long enough that I didn’t get a good look at her undies, but I did get a look. The tomboy who had been unpantsed till than was wearing white boyshorts with lace around the legs. It was a perfect moment that didn’t last long enough as I had to leave before her mom came home. Sadly, we lost touch afterwards and never got to discuss the pantsing. It is weird to think it was our last real interaction and involved me pantsing her.