How my panties got on the floor of a college lecture hall.

When I went to college, I carried a full load and worked full time which meant working 12 hour shifts.  I don't recall how I actually did this but I did.  

There were nights where I would finish my shift at work then go hang out with friends til 3am knowing that I would have a difficult time making my 7am class.  So needless to say when the alarm went off,  I pretty much just jumped out of bed, jumped into my jeans and tee, brushed my teeth and out the door I flew.  Fortunately, the university was only about a half mile from my apartment. 


I would continue this frantic race to my class so I wouldn't be late.  I hate to be late.  Nothing worse than being out of breath, running full speed into an already packed lecture hall and interrupting the professor while being stared at and scrutinized.  

On one such occasion, I had managed to arrive at the university with some time to spare.   Still groggy and half asleep when I entered the building, I  slowed my pace,  merging into the  swarm of students  hurrying down the hall.  Their momentum would eventually  carry me to my class;  Bumping me to the left then right like a ball in a pinball machine.

 I arrived at the lecture hall and briefly peered through the slit of a window in the door to survey the room.  With great relief, I could see many empty seats which made me happy. I made my entrance and lazily climbed the steps in the lecture hall.  I  scooted  past a few students as I  stumbled into a seat. 
Everyone was chatting and relaxing a bit before the lecture.  So I settle in to my seat and check my purse for a brush. I didn't have to worry about my appearance when I was walking down the hall because there were so many students in the halls.  I just disappeared among them.  And being short made it even easier not to be noticed in this swarm of students. 
This would be my only saving grace on that morning.

After brushing my hair, applying lip gloss, and doing a few other girl things, it was time for me to get my pen and notebook.  By this time, I am fully awake, alert and ready to take some notes.  I reach for my notebook and out of the corner of my eye, I see something on the floor about a foot or so away from my shoe.  I squint a bit to bring this object into focus.  Hmmm,  I look to my left and there is a girl sitting one seat over from me.  So this object, still unfamiliar to me, is pretty close to her as well.  Maybe she dropped something?  Yeah, and I'll be ever so nice as to reach down and pick up this object and ask if it is hers.  As I get a closer look, I feel somehow I have seen this object before, hmmm, vaguely familiar.  My hand reaches for this clump like object.  It feels so soft and silky.  As I lift it from its resting place, it begins to come alive, morphing before my eyes.       I am horrified!        I can not believe what I am seeing.   (They  say that right before you  die that you see your life flash in front of you like a movie.) 
Well, the last 13 minutes of that morning were flashing in front of my eyes.  First  entering the building from the parking lot,  ok, not so bad.  Then I can see myself being pushed and shoved down the crowded halls .  Hmmmm, not too bad.  And finally the cou de gra!  My grand entry into the huge, barely filled lecture hall.  OMG! OMG,  Flashing lights go off in  my brain as I see myself entering the lecture hall, then  my angelic ascent on the steps.   Did they see me?   Did they see it?  My face begins to burn like fire and I am hoping that I have died and gone to hell.     STOP!    Please... stop the movie!   REWIND!  REWIND...  Back!    go back!   Back to my apartment , back to the night before,  back to when I got undressed, back to when   I hastily pulled my panties and jeans off together to take a shower,  and back to  where I picked my jeans off the floor and moved them to the chair and back to where my loud alarm clock sounded and caused me to catapult  my body into those very same jeans.  The jeans that held my clumped, soft, and silky panties captive.  The jeans that would humiliate and embarrass  me by releasing their captive on the floor of a college lecture hall.