This story involves an attempted pantsing with me, a boy, as the target. I was 15 when this happened. The others involved were three sisters, Megan who was my classmate, May who was 13, and their 9-year-old sister Mavis. (No kidding!)
I had a crush on Megan and May. These two girls are mega cute. They always seemed to have a crush on me as well. We flirted with each other all the time. Sometimes we would do things together, either all three, or just me and one of the two. It always just fell short of being a date. I guess I was afraid of hurting one if I went out with the other, and each girl was afraid to hurt her sister.
So one Friday at school, Megan and May came up to me in the hall. They both had these weird smiles on their faces, which I just wrote up to some silly girl thing. Megan said she was having trouble with a math assignment and asked if I could drop by their house after school to help her. I said sure, not suspecting anything. When we got to their house after school, Mavis was there with a friend. They also had a smile on their faces, but I let it go. I followed Megan up to her room, and the other girls followed. I asked why and they said just to hang out. No one else was home.
When we got to Megan’s room, May suddenly grabbed me from behind and held my arms. Megan went for my pants. The other girls stood there giggling. I told Megan to stop, but she unbuckled my belt and then went for the button above my fly. I instinctively fought back. I sent my elbow into May’s gut knocking her to the floor. I then grabbed Megan by the collar. She had this look of shock in her face as I threw her against the wall.
I told the girls to cut it out, but they were determined now more than ever. I turned my attention to May, who was getting up off the floor. Now Megan grabbed me from behind telling May to go for my pants. Megan is stronger than May, so she was able to hold me long enough for May to get her hands on my zipper. But I broke Megan’s grip. I am not proud of what happened next, but I gave May a punch in the mouth sending her to the floor again. I then grabbed Megan one more time, by the throat, throwing her even harder into the wall. I swear I was not even thinking about what I was doing.
By this time the two younger girls had retreated to the furthest part of the room. Instead of giggling with anticipation of my humiliation, they were now crying in fear. May was also crying, but with a split lip that was bleeding pretty bad. Megan just stood against the wall in shock.
I calmed down enough to tell Megan to get a cold, wet wash cloth so we can stop May’s lip from bleeding. I had to tell her three times before she responded. I fixed my pants up and told the other two girls to get an ice pack. I sat May down on the bed. When Megan returned, I sat down next to May and put pressure to stop the bleeding. It took a while. May’s shirt was full of blood, but she would live. The others returned with the ice pack, and I told May to lay down and put the pack on her lip.
The girls were all sniffling trying to keep from crying. By this time they were very apologetic. I asked them what the hell they thought they were doing. It seems that it was Mavis’ birthday, and for a gift they were going to let her see a naked boy. They chose me. I told them they were just plain stupid and that there probably are guys who would show themselves without all the fuss. Again they apologized.
I said it was alright, although I was still pretty angry. I told May to make up some story for her parents as to why she had a busted lip, only leave me out of it. She said she would tell them she fell. She ended up getting stiches.
Later that night, safe at home, I really started feeling bad about the way I acted. True it was the girls’ fault, but I probably didn’t need to hit May that hard. It wasn’t like me at all. I hate fighting. I felt ashamed and decided to apologize to May and Megan on Monday at school. But when they saw me they still looked scared. They turned away and avoided me. This was a bit over a year ago, and all three sisters still avoid me. Whenever I do see them, they just stare at me with fear in their eyes and walk away. It’s a pity. I really did like Megan and May.