Hopping a fence went wrong. Horribly wrong

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So Lacie and I were hanging around some random school recently.
The school was a huge place that neither of us attended. We were just going around and came across it. Since it was a weekend and it's summer, there was nobody around. We started off by all the sports fields. The main 2-story school building was beyond the baseball field (where we currently were) and a large parking lot. There was a football field next to the baseball field, so I could tell they took lots of pride in their sports teams. Next to the football field was a track, with tall bleachers. Lacie and I had to navigate through a maze of fences, which were setting the borders where one field ended and another began.
Lacie and I didn't want to walk around the entire baseball field, so we decided to just climb over the chain link fence. I got over quickly, landing neatly on my feet. I turned around and saw Lacie, still struggling on the top of the fence.
"Having trouble?" I joked.
"Shut up-" Lacie said before she fell from the top of the fence into the grass.
We walked over the dirt diamond, through the dugout just for the hell of it, and through a gate in the fence in order to get onto the path between the tall football field fence and the even-taller baseball field fence.
"Here, let's climb the fence," Lacie said, grabbing the football field fence. I saw a gap in the fence over to the side, but I shrugged and began to climb. After all, hopping fences was fun. I got on the top, sitting next to one of the tall fence posts, and looked down at Lacie who was still struggling to pull herself up.
"Any luck?" I asked.
"Shut up," She said again. I snickered, and prepared to jump down. That's when Lacie struck.
I had been sitting on top of the fence, not realizing that the waistband of my gray boxers was sticking out of my jeans and exposed directly in front of Lacie's face. She quickly raised up her pale hand, grasped the back of my undies with her thin fingers, and then pulled them over the high fence post. I felt her do it, but it was too late. I fell down toward the ground, and felt my underwear rise up my behind before I stopped in mid-air. My legholes were stretching high, and I wiggled uncomfortably. My feet were a little bit above the ground. I sighed, knowing this was another hanging wedgie courtesy of Lacie.
She hoisted herself over the fence, hit the ground and got up, and then adjusted her purple glasses as she admired what she had done. I grimaced in pain as my undies stretched out of my jeans. Why did I always get the hanging wedgies (other than Roxanne)?
Lacie smirked, and put her hands on her hips, "Having trouble?"
"Shut up," I said, blushing furiously.
She took her phone and took a picture of my wedgie. Thanks Lacie.
There was a loud ripping sound. I froze, and turned around to see my undies quickly ripping. I felt myself being lowered toward the ground as my underwear ripped. Lacie gasped and put her hands over her mouth to stifle her giggles. I kicked my legs, and then fell onto the ground. Lacie was now laughing at the sight of me, on the ground with my undies still hanging on the fence. The back of the waistband was ripped, with no cloth attached to it.
"You, oh my- y-you...!" Lacie's face went red as she laughed uncontrollably.
"Yeah, thanks for the wedgie," I grumbled as I jumped up and tugged my boxers off the fence. There was a trash can near the locker rooms (which were out by the football field for whatever reason), and I ran over and threw my undies in.
The football field had these training things over to the side. Tackling dummies, but Lacie and I noticed a strange set of stairs. They had railings, but the stairs themselves just stopped at the top. I wasn't sure what exercise that was used for, but thinking back I have a feeling I understand it.
Lacie went to climb the stairs, but then I noticed that the stair railing was a bit over the ground and seemed perfect for...
I hurried up behind Lacie and stuck my hands down the back of her pants. She yelped as I pushed her off the stairs. It wasn't too high of a fall, so she would have been fine, but I was keeping a firm grip on the back of Lacie's bright blue panties decorated with red stars. She was on her tiptoes, too surprised to say anything. I lifted her up slightly, and got her panties hooked on the staircase railing before I let go and let Lacie fall.
She tried to squirm and get out of her wedgie, but only succeeded in getting a large rip in her panties. The railing was at an angle, so her panties were sliding down them. It looked like she was leashed to the railing by her undies!
I laughed, and then jumped off the stairs to survey my work. Lacie's struggles only resulted in her ripping her own panties and giving herself a deeper wedgie. Finally she managed to unhook her panties. They ended up looking like my boxers had been just before they ripped, with the waistband separate from the cloth. With one hand trying to shove her panties back down her jeans, she punched me in the arm. Her face was a deep shade of red.
We left, laughing and promising revenge in the future

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