Downfall/Keep the panties on
From Create Your Own Story
You are surprised that you neither freaked out nor feel guilty about what you have done. On the contrary – you tend to look at this episode as an experience. You’ve always thought of yourself as an open-minded person, albeit not free of prejudice. You have asked yourself "What would I do if…?" for certain scenarios, but all theory is grey. This is the first time you did something really out of the ‘usual’.
The experience was better than you’d thought it would. To be honest, it almost feels a little too good. In your state of long-time-virginity, you’d probably find almost anything arousing, regardless of what it is. What you didn’t expect is that your enjoyment outlasted the first few moments of a new sensation. Most of the time when you tried something new, you’d quickly find that the idea to do something you’d never done before was much more enticing than actually doing it. This time around, though, it is different.
You can’t lay your finger on it, but something is different this time. Your cock is in the 'semi state' that makes it most sensible to even slight touches, and since the panties are close-fitting, constant pressure turns every movement into a source of stimulation.
You can’t occupy the bath any longer, though. Kirsten’s going to get impatient if you dilly-dally around much longer. You put on your T-shirt. After a moment’s hesitation, you pull your shorts over the panties. You grab your ass and can feel the structure of the lace over your ass. Nice. You can’t walk back to your room with a fresh pair of boxer shorts in hand; thus, you put them into the laundry sack.
You pass through the main area. Neither Julianne nor Debra are there, so you don’t need to worry that someone notices what you are wearing under your shorts. When you open the door to your room, your heart beats quickly. You feel like there is a large neon sign floating above your head, announcing that you wear panties.
"The bathroom is free, Kir," you say. You nonchalantly walk over to the bed. Be casual, be casual. You sit down on the bed.
"What’s up with you?" Kirsten asks.
"What do you mean?"
"You are acting weird. What’s wrong?"
"Nothing. What are you talking about?"
"Look at you. You come into the room, walking like someone from Monty Python, and now you are sitting like you shit yourself in the pants. Come on, tell me."
"There is nothing. Stop looking at me." Kirsten practices her ‘stare of truth’ on you. She thinks that if she stares long enough, you cannot prevent to give yourself away. You lead her to believe her technique is working, because it normally doesn’t. Today, though, you find it hard to keep a straight face. Your heart rate resembles that of a hummingbird, and you can hear your blood rushing in your ears. It takes a lot of mind work to keep your face from giving her tells. Did it work?
"Fine then," Kirsten says. She grabs her stuff, and leaves. When she has closed the door behind her, you release a deep sigh. Your heart rate slowly returns to normal. You are going to have to put your PJs on before Kirsten returns. You walk over to the wardrobe and open your side to get your pajama. You remove your shirt and shorts, then hesitate. Kirsten’s side of the wardrobe is just one opening of a door away. Are you going to peep inside?
| Status | ||
| State of Clothing | Red panties |
Contacts |
| Inventory | Shirt; Shorts | |
| Surroundings | Share a room with Kirsten | |
