OK, here's the story of how I eventually got even with Amy for peeking on me. (More than even actually!) I hope after reading it, you'll understand a bit more why I didn't hold any grudge against her.
Some readers might not believe this story unless I told it again and gender-swapped it, might not believe that a teacher would ever have so little regard for girls' privacy. But I assure you, apart from changing names and vagueing a few details for the sake of anonymity, it's completely true and was one of the biggest treats of my time at primary school! Two things for doubters to bear in mind, it was 30ish years ago and we were all a year or more before puberty, so privacy would've been seen as less of a concern.
Our primary school was blessed/cursed with a pool. It was old, tiny, freezing cold, and out of use for most of the time, but the school were very proud of it and when it was back in use in my final couple of years there, we were getting in it
whether we liked it or not.
Like the outdoor pool in my previous story, there were no dedicated changing rooms, but that was ok. The girls would get changed in a classroom while the boys had to cram into a nearby cloakroom. I wasn't keen on getting naked in such close quarters with the other boys but at least the sexes had privacy from each other. So most times it was uneventful.
One day, about a year after Amy had caught me with my pants down, there were two of us excused from swimming. I wasn't feeling well ("well enough to go to school" as the attitude was then, but not well enough to swim) and a girl classmate, Lucy, had forgotten her swimming things. So while everyone else was swimming, we were to remain sitting in the classroom and read quietly.
In the classroom.
The classroom where the girls got changed.
I was being told to sit in a room where girls would be getting naked around me.
I couldn't believe my luck. Surely Miss Weaver, our teacher, would send me somewhere else while they did that? Apparently not. She seemed to think sitting me near the front and telling me to face forwards, while all but one of my female classmates undressed behind me, was enough. As if any young boy was going to have that level of self-control!
I had to be careful, and only steal occasional glances when Miss Weaver's back was turned to me. And quickly face the front and affect an air of innocent concentration on my book when a girl complained "Miss, he's loooooking!" I had an advantage. I could see enough of a reflection in one high window to know when was a good moment to be worth risking a peek.
Lucy, sitting across from me, saw exactly what I was up to. Bless her, she grinned at me and didn't tell.
There wasn't much chance of seeing anything before the swim. The girls were pretty adept at slipping their swimming costumes on under their school dresses without revealing anything. Afterwards was a different matter though. Their costumes were wet, their skin was wet, and they had to dry off before they could put their clothes back on.
It would be a big exaggeration to say I saw all my female classmates naked. I didn't of course. They hid behind each other, changed under towels, did what they could to avoid me seeing, plus I was only able to risk occasional quick looks in their direction. But they weren't all that adept. As I said, we were all pre-puberty so none of them had started developing breasts yet. Everything of interest to me was down below. I saw lots of knickers, the occasional exposed bum and hit the jackpot of their most private parts when it came to three of the girls!
(I already knew what girls looked like down there. I'd seen my cousins when we were very little. I'd seen parents changing young kids at the lido or the beach. But these were
CLASSMATES, girls my own age who I saw every day. A special treat indeed!)
The first girl, Hannah, wasn't quite careful enough with her towel. She had it wrapped around her shoulders, thinking she could close it quickly if I turned around. I did turn round. When she reacted, she only managed to close the towel over her chest. Below her waist it still hung wide open, leaving a big gap through which I was able to see her secret slit. She adjusted the towel (too late) and looked away from me, clearly embarrassed.
The second was Nina, who decided it was less risky to put her knickers on
OUTSIDE the classroom than in my presence. Miss Weaver ordered her back in, totally naked and clutching her knickers in one hand by her side. She moved them in front of her crotch when she saw me watching and glared daggers at me, but not before I saw.
She got no further than "He's..." before I buried my face in my book again, so when Miss Weaver checked, she told nudie Nina crossly that I was
NOT looking and to stop being so silly.
The third was dear Amy. She didn't try very hard to hide. She didn't by any means flaunt herself, she changed near the back and didn't make it easy for me to see her. But nor did she change under a towel or make any effort to cover when she saw me looking. Bare naked, she met my eye and gave me a bashful, wry smile that seemed to say "It's a fair cop!"
I would treasure the memories of what I saw that day for a long time.