Red Lace
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Frank really doesn’t know what inspired him to go through Ms. Way’s desk, and honestly, he doesn’t even know what he expected to find. Maybe some money, a dirty magazine, candy, condoms, panties-he would’ve been satisfied with some cheap stickers.
Ms. Way had left the class for an emergency conference meeting, and said that she would be back for the last 5 minutes of class, giving Frank enough time to dig through her things. It’s not even that Frank is particularly nosey or bad, he has just been having a bit of a…well dilemma with Ms. Way. You see, Frank was not gay, and he was not straight, and he really wasn’t Bisexual; He did a lot of guys, He did a lot of girls, Frank was just kind of a slut. And Ms. Way confuses the shit out of Frank.
Frank had been subtly, but not too subtly flirting with Ms. Way for about three months and has gotten no reaction. She’s not married, she’s not in a relationship, and she doesn’t even have a stick up her ass. She reads comics when the class is working, comes up with the weirdest, most badass class projects (She had us write a essay about what we love, and then had us write a essay about hating that thing. “To get a better second prospective” she had said) she slipped a cuss word here and there, and Frank knew she smoked even though she always smelt like flowers. The coolest thing about her was the way she dressed. She would come to school in dresses that pushed boundaries and on Friday, she wore a baggy men’s button up (black or white) blouse and skinny jeans, with- get this- converse. She also had a purse with Black Flag, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, and Misfits buttons on it. She was grade A. fucking hot. All the kids in her class (and many out of it) liked her even though she was kind of weird. Frank was the flirty type, and he always had a teacher who he flirted with, and occasionally, they flirted back. It was a tradition. He picked Ms. Way from the start, and she rejected him all the time. He cusses her out to get detention, and what does she do? She fucking tells him to write her a letter. No fucking shit. She never gets angry and is all about ‘say what you want’ and ‘open, safe, accepting, atmosphere’. This makes Frank want her even more. Of course when she leaves, Frank has to go through her desk because, that is blackmail material right there.
So the whole class is watching, waiting for Frank to tell them that their teacher has porn or a dildo or something equally as dirty or reputation impairing. When Frank opens the first drawer, he gets a bunch of comics, the one beneath that is C.Ds’, a makeup bag, and a Snickers, the last drawer is just a shirt, pants, a bra, and oh shit, her fucking lacy, red, panties, and there is no way Frank is sharing that with the class. So he grabs them, and stuffs them in his pocket because fuck you if you’re judging him right now. The drawers on the other side hold a brush and ponytails, and other girl shit and the last one is locked. Frank grins huge because this, this is what he has been fucking waiting for. He shoots a shit eating grin to the class and grabs a bobby-pin from a stack of paper and fuck yea he is going to do this shit.
He spends 2 minutes on the lock before it clicks open and he opens the drawer. Frank expected porn, a dildo, beer, drugs, something, but not in all the holy fucks in the world could explain this. A male I.D. that looked just like a male Ms. Way, and the principle, Mr. Way, standing in front of a college, and they were both males.
At first, everyone thought they were married, but later explained that Mr. Way had a wife and that they were brother and sister. Frank just stared for a minute because he was shitting his pants. A few people called out to him, asking him what was going on, but no, Frank ignored them, grabbed the I.D., stuffed it in with the panties, and sat down, saying that Ms. Way was as dirty as Jesus. Everyone groaned and Frank just stared down at his desk and contemplating how to approach Ms./Mr. Way because this was fucking awesome.
When Ms. Way comes back into the room she sits down at her desk and says,
“So, who went through my desk?”
Everyone kind of looks around like ‘Holy shit, how in seven fucks does she know??!’ She just laughs and says that they used to do that too, and that she was only 24 she really wasn’t that old. We all sat and when the bell rang, most of us bolted, but he stayed behind because no way in Hell was he passing this up.
Ms. Way looks at him and smiles, “Frank is everything alright?” Frank nods and walks slowly to the door, closes it, (Mrs. Way had this period off) and puts the screen down. He then walks over to her and pulls out her red panties. Her eyes grow wide, but not really too surprised, he then pulls out her I.D. this time, her eyes grow huge and she swallows a little. “So are you a girl who is a drag for a guy, or a guy who is drag for a girl?” Frank says smirking, but the smirk is wiped off his face when Ms. Way says, “Look here Frank,” drawing out the R, “I am 24 years old, I am gay, and I like dressing in drag occasionally. For the most part I enjoy being a guy, but this year was an experiment. Mikey doesn’t care if I dress in drag, because I am his brother, and well, frankly, I don’t give a shit what you think. You can go tell the whole school like a shit eating, punk-ass brat, or you can give me my I.D. back, and keep the panties. I don’t care what you do with them really, smell them, lick them, burn them, say you tapped some girl, jerk off to them, throw them away, wear them, I don’t care, I’ve got another pair at home. Now, give me my I.D. please, and then go to lunch.”
Frank stares for a minute in awe, and then he sets the I.D. on the desk, along with the panties and says “I would hate to deprive someone of getting to see you in those, I will be picturing it for awhile, I think someone might as well actually get to see them on you, aye?” and with that, Frank winks and leaves to go to lunch as Ms. Way said, red panties and his wacky English teacher being the main things on his mind.
Ms. Way had left the class for an emergency conference meeting, and said that she would be back for the last 5 minutes of class, giving Frank enough time to dig through her things. It’s not even that Frank is particularly nosey or bad, he has just been having a bit of a…well dilemma with Ms. Way. You see, Frank was not gay, and he was not straight, and he really wasn’t Bisexual; He did a lot of guys, He did a lot of girls, Frank was just kind of a slut. And Ms. Way confuses the shit out of Frank.
Frank had been subtly, but not too subtly flirting with Ms. Way for about three months and has gotten no reaction. She’s not married, she’s not in a relationship, and she doesn’t even have a stick up her ass. She reads comics when the class is working, comes up with the weirdest, most badass class projects (She had us write a essay about what we love, and then had us write a essay about hating that thing. “To get a better second prospective” she had said) she slipped a cuss word here and there, and Frank knew she smoked even though she always smelt like flowers. The coolest thing about her was the way she dressed. She would come to school in dresses that pushed boundaries and on Friday, she wore a baggy men’s button up (black or white) blouse and skinny jeans, with- get this- converse. She also had a purse with Black Flag, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, and Misfits buttons on it. She was grade A. fucking hot. All the kids in her class (and many out of it) liked her even though she was kind of weird. Frank was the flirty type, and he always had a teacher who he flirted with, and occasionally, they flirted back. It was a tradition. He picked Ms. Way from the start, and she rejected him all the time. He cusses her out to get detention, and what does she do? She fucking tells him to write her a letter. No fucking shit. She never gets angry and is all about ‘say what you want’ and ‘open, safe, accepting, atmosphere’. This makes Frank want her even more. Of course when she leaves, Frank has to go through her desk because, that is blackmail material right there.
So the whole class is watching, waiting for Frank to tell them that their teacher has porn or a dildo or something equally as dirty or reputation impairing. When Frank opens the first drawer, he gets a bunch of comics, the one beneath that is C.Ds’, a makeup bag, and a Snickers, the last drawer is just a shirt, pants, a bra, and oh shit, her fucking lacy, red, panties, and there is no way Frank is sharing that with the class. So he grabs them, and stuffs them in his pocket because fuck you if you’re judging him right now. The drawers on the other side hold a brush and ponytails, and other girl shit and the last one is locked. Frank grins huge because this, this is what he has been fucking waiting for. He shoots a shit eating grin to the class and grabs a bobby-pin from a stack of paper and fuck yea he is going to do this shit.
He spends 2 minutes on the lock before it clicks open and he opens the drawer. Frank expected porn, a dildo, beer, drugs, something, but not in all the holy fucks in the world could explain this. A male I.D. that looked just like a male Ms. Way, and the principle, Mr. Way, standing in front of a college, and they were both males.
At first, everyone thought they were married, but later explained that Mr. Way had a wife and that they were brother and sister. Frank just stared for a minute because he was shitting his pants. A few people called out to him, asking him what was going on, but no, Frank ignored them, grabbed the I.D., stuffed it in with the panties, and sat down, saying that Ms. Way was as dirty as Jesus. Everyone groaned and Frank just stared down at his desk and contemplating how to approach Ms./Mr. Way because this was fucking awesome.
When Ms. Way comes back into the room she sits down at her desk and says,
“So, who went through my desk?”
Everyone kind of looks around like ‘Holy shit, how in seven fucks does she know??!’ She just laughs and says that they used to do that too, and that she was only 24 she really wasn’t that old. We all sat and when the bell rang, most of us bolted, but he stayed behind because no way in Hell was he passing this up.
Ms. Way looks at him and smiles, “Frank is everything alright?” Frank nods and walks slowly to the door, closes it, (Mrs. Way had this period off) and puts the screen down. He then walks over to her and pulls out her red panties. Her eyes grow wide, but not really too surprised, he then pulls out her I.D. this time, her eyes grow huge and she swallows a little. “So are you a girl who is a drag for a guy, or a guy who is drag for a girl?” Frank says smirking, but the smirk is wiped off his face when Ms. Way says, “Look here Frank,” drawing out the R, “I am 24 years old, I am gay, and I like dressing in drag occasionally. For the most part I enjoy being a guy, but this year was an experiment. Mikey doesn’t care if I dress in drag, because I am his brother, and well, frankly, I don’t give a shit what you think. You can go tell the whole school like a shit eating, punk-ass brat, or you can give me my I.D. back, and keep the panties. I don’t care what you do with them really, smell them, lick them, burn them, say you tapped some girl, jerk off to them, throw them away, wear them, I don’t care, I’ve got another pair at home. Now, give me my I.D. please, and then go to lunch.”
Frank stares for a minute in awe, and then he sets the I.D. on the desk, along with the panties and says “I would hate to deprive someone of getting to see you in those, I will be picturing it for awhile, I think someone might as well actually get to see them on you, aye?” and with that, Frank winks and leaves to go to lunch as Ms. Way said, red panties and his wacky English teacher being the main things on his mind.
Notes
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-Mayhem
9/11/13