Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 02:41:45 +0000
From: G. Morris <lacenouveau@hotmail.com>
Subject: high school panties

This is a work of fiction. It should be read by adults, etc. etc.
Comments are welcome.

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High School Panties


It was the first day of summer school. I only had one two-hour class in
algebra from ten until noon which, if I did well in I wouldn't have to
take the class in my junior year. I was sixteen but I didn't have a car
yet. Besides, my high school was only a few blocks away from my home and
the weather was great so I didn't mind walking. To the casual observer I
appeared to be an average guy dressed in jeans, T-shirt and running
shoes. But I smiled at my secret that no one else could see ... that I
was also wearing a pair of floral, full-cut nylon panties.

I began playing with my sister's panties about four years ago. I
was twelve and had only begun to know the joy of masturbation. I would
usually jack off at bathtime when I was sure I'd be left alone. One
summer evening while the water was filling the tub I undressed and lifted
the hamper lid to toss in my clothes. Laying on top was a pair of light
blue nylon panties, probably my sister's. I dropped my clothes in after
picking the panties up. The fabric felt so soft in my hands. I turned off
the water. My cock was already half-hard in anticipation of my upcoming
(pun intended) wank. The steamy warmth of the bathroom made me a little
lightheaded. Without thinking I stepped into the panties and drew them up
my legs. As they engulfed my hardening dick and I pulled them up tightly
I turned and looked in the full-length mirror. Something else was
full-length too as I saw my cock straining against the front of the
panties. I turned slowly and loved the way the light blue contrasted
against my tan skin and the way the soft nylon hugged my butt. I ran my
hands over my ass and I sensed my balls tightening up. As I moved my
hands forward I turned to face the mirror again. The second my fingers
touched my cock I felt a jolt of sensation and my knees felt weak. I
caressed my tight nuts with my left hand and softly squeezed and stroked
my cock with my right. My mouth opened and my eyes closed as I felt the
first throes of my orgasm approaching. I let out a moan as I felt warm
semen cover my cock. My eyesopened and I saw the dark blue stain spread
out on the front of the panties. I continued rubbing, emptying my load of
cum until every drop was squeezed out. I sat down on the edge of the tub
holding my softening panty-covered cock in my hand and relishing the
feeling of the cum-soaked panties against my sticky dick. After several
minutes I reluctantly peeled the panties off and ran warm water in the
sink to rinse them out. I felt no guilt, thinking only about the sheer
pleasure I had just experienced. When I thought the panties were
sufficiently clean I wrung them out and waved them about to dry them off.
The result was a wrinkled, damp mess. I stuffed the panties deep in the
hamper in hopes no one would notice and proceeded with my bath with the
idea that I needed to try that again, and real soon.

So here I am on my way to summer school delighting in the lovely feeling
of the floral nylon full-cuts I have on. With each step I can feel my
genitals shift encased in their nylon womb. I have cut a small hole in my
right front jeans pocket and every so often I'll put my hand in my pocket
and slip my finger through the hole to touch my panties. I have to be
careful to not get myself too aroused or my boner may be obvious. During
the regular school year I never dared to wear panties to school. Each day
I had PE classes and changing in and out of gym clothes made it
impossible. No such problem at summer school. Secretly wearing panties in
public is a great thrill for me.

A year after my initial introduction to panty lust my sister went off to
college in another city. Up until that point I had satisfied myself with
whatever panties, bras and slips (yes, I graduated to more lingerie) I
could find in the hamper. My mother and sister were about the same size
but I could easily tell whose I used. Mom's were a little more "grown
up", full-cut panties, full slips, corsets, 'utilitarian' bras. Sis was
more daring: bikinis, french-cut, boy-leg, thongs. I tried them all on
although I didn't like thongs. I enjoyed having my ass covered in the
various fabrics; silky nylon, sexy lace and soft, thin cotton. Her bras
were smaller and lacier. She also wore panty hose and thigh-high
stockings, but I was afraid to try them on at the risk of tearing them.
With sis away to college I secretly invaded her lingerie drawer and
"borrowed" several pairs of panties as well as a couple of bras and
slips.

The kids in the class were mostly people I recognized from the regular
school tear. I greeted them with waves and nods. There were a few
unfamiliar faces. The class began so there was no time for introductions.
At eleven o'clock we took a break from the books. I had to pee so I found
the boys room and slipped into a stall. All through class it was hard (so
to speak) to concentrate on the math problems. But here, alone, I undid
my pants and slowly lowered them and sat on the toilet. I closed my eyes
and gently cupped my balls. I felt the soft, warm globes and the pubic
hair covering them. I looked down as I ran my hand up over my stiff cock.
I wasn't going to masturbate but I had to tease myself for my
after-school activity. I had the house to myself for the rest of the
afternoon and planned a long jack-off session involving several changes
of lingerie. I lost track of time and the shrill bell tore me out of my
fantasy. I hurridly pulled my pants up and tucked my T-shirt in and ran
to class. I wasn't the only latecomer and as I approached my desk I saw
the guy who sat behind me settle into his seat. He looked up and grinned
so I walked up to him and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Stephen." He looked at me and smiled and replied, "I'm Robert. I
just transferred here." We shook hands. Our teacher called the class to
order so I nodded and sat down. The hour dragged on and at last the noon
bell rang.  I started to get up when Robert said, "Hey, hang on a sec". I
turned to face him as the rest of the class filed out. I guess I sounded
a little impatient and said, "Uh, what's up?" He looked around and waited
until we were somewhat alone. He leaned over and said, "Look, I know it's
none of my business but I think you should know that your, um, underwear
is showing." Panic gripped me and my hand automatically felt my back.
Where there should have been a T-shirt tucked into jeans I felt soft
nylon with my T-shirt tucked into my panties. I was in such a hurry in
the bathroom that I hadn't noticed. There was a good four inches of
floral, nylon panty showing. Oh shit, I thought. What to do? What to say?
What's this guy gonna think. I pulled my T-shirt out and covered myself.
"Look, um," I stammered. "I don't know what ... ". "Hey, don't worry
about it," he said. "I just thought you'd want to be aware before anyone
else noticed." He smiled and winked. "I won't tell anyone, believe me."
"Uh, thanks ... ". I must have turned several shades of red; I was very
embarrassed. "I'll see you tomorrow," I stammered and hurried out of the
classroom. Of course I imagined him watching me leave, aware I was
wearing panties, maybe even seeing visible panty lines as I walked away.

When I got home I was too upset to follow up on my plan to engage in a
little private panty play. I undressed and slipped off my panties ... the
same panties another guy knows I wear. Oh Jeez, how was I gonna face this
guy tomorrow. Naked, I sat down on my bed. I consoled myself by
remembering he said he would keep my secret. And that smile and wink he
gave me ... was he making fun of me or did he really understand? Could it
be possible that he ... ? Nah, I put the thought out of my mind as I
swung my legs up onto the bed and laid back against the pillow.

I had gone out on a few dates with different girls but it was mostly in
groups and there was never an opportunity to be really alone. Honestly, I
was more interested in what kind of underwear they were wearing than what
was underneath it all.  So consequently my sex life was confined to me,
myself and I. And my lingerie, of course.

As I lay on the bed a cool breeze came through the window and I felt my
worries and concerns drift away with it. The panties were beside me and I
scooped them up, brought my legs up and slipped them over my feet, pulled
them up my legs, lifted my butt and pulled them into place. Ahhhh ...
yes, that wonderful feeling of soft nylon. I rubbed the area beneath my
balls and my cock came to life, stretching the front of the panties. I
used both hands to slowly stroke myself and as I neared orgasm I slipped
the waistband of the panties under my tight balls, grabbed my cock in my
fist and rubbed hard, feeling the semen flow through the shaft and splash
my chest and stomach with its sticky warmth. At that moment the image of
Robert's smile and wink came to mind. I smiled to myself ...

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