When life takes a turn for the worse, sometimes fate – or God, or destiny, or whatever it is you believe makes sense of all this – looks back at you and realises you've had more than your fair share of hardship. After Jack's alcoholic stepfather beat him to a pulp that last time, so that he was lucky all his teeth were still there and would be lucky to recover without scarring, it was finally time things started getting a whole lot better for him.
And it did. So much so, in fact, that it almost seemed worth the years of pain, the childhood of neglect, of fear, of loneliness. When Jack's swelling had gone down and he was able to sign out of the hospital, the coin marking his life flipped and landed on heads.
It flipped that very morning, when the teenager showed up for his no-good job, working the counter at McDonald's. It was a shitty job, and hardly worth jacking in his high school diploma for, but he'd made the decision to scratch together whatever money he could and get out of his situation. His alcoholic mother hadn't objected, and his stepfather never gave a shit what he did. He hated the work, but with the shifts he put in at least he was getting some money. More than he would doing school every day.
The good thing was the people: his co-workers were good people, and since they were all under the same tough conditions pumping junk food at the kids, they had a real sense of solidarity between them. That was the only thing that kept him going sometimes.
Now this morning, he came back still pretty beat up, though he'd been in the hospital a week. His co-workers showed their obvious concern, and that was touching. There was still that huge hole in his stomach, though, a hole that was made from uncertainty – what was he going to do at the end of his shift? What was waiting for him at home? His mother and stepfather hadn't visited him in hospital. They didn't give a shit. Most likely, they'd have been drinking when he got home. Maybe he'd get another beating for nothing. Maybe he wouldn't wake up from this one.
"Jack, look, you can't go back there," Sam told him over their lunch break, "there's no way you can go back."
"What else can I do? I haven't got the dough for my own place yet."
"Look," he said, "there's these girls I know. One of them's my second cousin on my Dad's side. I hear their looking for a roommate."
Now, Sam was gay. Great guy, fantastic to be around, but the people he tended to mix with outside of work were hardly Jack's kind of people. Even so, it was money that was the real issue, here. Surely anyone would be better to live with than his alcoholic 'parents'.
"I don't know…" he said doubtfully, "I appreciate you telling me, but I just don't have much cash, y'know?"
"Well, I hear the rent is real low. I mean stupidly. My cousin didn't say how much, but apparently these girls are looking for a man about the house, you know? For security. They don't need much in the way of money. That side of my family were never hard up for money, y'know?"
"I guess I should give it a go, huh? You think they'd have me, huh?"
"Well, I'd have you."
"Thanks, Sam. Always good to know." They chuckled, and Jack actually felt okay.
"Hey, I'll give her a call – why don't you ask Dom for the afternoon off? I'm sure he'd say it's okay."
"Thanks, Sam."
#
The girl on the phone had seemed friendly enough, and though he had some reservations about living in an otherwise all-female place, she had said rent would be extremely low, and the area the place was in was a good area.
But here he was now, outside the building, and things were beginning to seem a little strange to him. Firstly: it really was a nice area. Too nice. For a poor boy, a downtown apartment seemed like something for millionaires only. Secondly, the building was really far too nice. Swish lobby complete with building officer, marble floors, tropical plants, gold-doored elevators.
The building officer had smiled and nodded as he explained why he was here.
"Tenth floor, sir," he had said – a kindly old man.
The elevator ride was quiet and quick, and the tenth floor looked like a corridor in a luxury hotel – thick red carpet, elegant dйcor. Had he heard wrong? Was he in the wrong place? Was he going to look like a fool?
The door to apartment 1034 opened just as he reached it, and in front of him stood a very, very attractive young girl – a teenager, like him. He was surprised how young she was for such an apartment. What was she, a high school girl? What was she doing in a place like this?
"Hi, I'm Hayley," said the fresh-faced girl with a pretty smile.
"Jack," he smiled back, doing his utmost to hide the nerves. Why the hell was he nervous?
"Nice to meet you," she shook his hand delicately, her pretty blue eyes locking on his to send shockwaves down his spine: she was absolutely gorgeous. "Come on in!"
The apartment was gorgeous as well. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and the bay, modern, stylish yet comfortable furniture, quality equipment including entertainment system and a computer with all the trimmings and plenty of space. In fact, the space came from the fact that the place was almost entirely open plan. Aside from the bathroom – which Hayley showed him with particular pride, and for some reason: it was about as luxurious as you could get – there appeared to be only one room, with various sections informally cordoned off.
"So you're a friend of Sam's?" she asked him as they looked around the sizeable place.
"Yeah," he said, wondering just where this room that was being offered could be found. "I have a few problems at home, y'know…"
"Sam told us," she said. "I'm real sorry about what happened to you."
"Well, hey, life goes on, huh?" he smiled.
"Sure does," she reflected his smile. "Ah! This is where you'd be if you took the room."
The bed was large, the 'room' spacious and well-stocked with storage. But it wasn't really a room. In fact, the only privacy came from some of the shelves and some tallish standing plants. Jack stepped around the 'room'. The fact that large portions of the rest of the apartment – including, he noted, other 'bedrooms' – that were visible from within the offered 'room', he could tell that if he accepted it, it would end up like living in a goldfish bowl.
Kind of weird, but if the rent was truly something he could afford, he wasn't going to care. The hell-hole alternative was always going to be so much worse than anything.
"So what are your roommates like?" he asked the young blonde. He hated to admit it – even just to himself – but he couldn't help but feel attracted to her. She had this almost magic affect on him – perhaps it was just her sweet perfume, but that wasn't the only reason he felt slightly giddy around her.
"A lot like me, really," she said matter-of-factly. "We all go to Jefferson High, and we have similar… interests, I suppose. They're a great bunch – very likeable, if you know what I mean."
He smiled as they took seats in the 'living' area of the apartment, which had stunning views over the blue water of the bay. He had plenty of questions and Hayley didn't seem to object. He might as well find out what was behind this strange arrangement, even if he didn't necessarily intend to take the 'room'. The lack of privacy was one thing in an apartment full of guys, but if Hayley's other roommates were also high school girls it was an entirely different matter.
"How come you have this place if you're only in high school?" he asked. It seemed a fairly harmless question.
"Well," she said, looking as though she didn't quite know how to put the answer. "You see, we figured it's pretty tough finding a decent apartment in this city, and it won't be too long before we're off to college, you know."
"So you got a place already?"
"It's a nice place, don't you think?" she asked.
"Sure, sure. It's just… I don't know… you seem very organised for a bunch of high school seniors."
"Katie's the clever one – she's the one that came up with the idea."
"So there's what, four of you in here?"
"Yeah – me, Katie, Zoe and Jess. Hey, you want some coffee?" Hayley leapt up, her school skirt flicking up briefly to show more of her stunning legs – but not much more.
"Sure," he said, "milk and two sugars, thanks."
The kitchen area was beside the bathroom towards the back of the apartment – opening onto the dining area, but nicely self-contained by the granite work top. Jack couldn't help but watch her as she got the coffee – she was quite something. Her petite, slender body was so tight in the most perfect places, her legs so shapely as revealed by the short gray skirt.
"You have a girlfriend?" she asked him casually as the water boiled.
"Nope," he said, not seeing the relevance but not seeing the harm in the question, either.
"So which high school d'you go to?" she asked, bringing him a steaming cup of fresh coffee and sitting down opposite him once again. "I've never seen you around Jefferson…"
"I don't," he replied, taking a sip at the hot drink, but wincing at its heat, "I gave it up so I could get some money together and get out of my shitty life."
"Wow, pretty brave decision. You seen kind of smart for someone who jacked in school."
"Thanks. But I read, y'know? I try to improve myself, even if I don't have time for school any more." He blew on his coffee a little, trying to cool it down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cute blonde girl cross her legs, but he wasn't able to see anything outrageous in the Basic Instinct kind of way.
"So what's the deal with you?" he asked her, trying not to make it look as though he was periodically sneaking a look at her firm, beautiful thighs. "Shouldn't you be at school right now?"
"I'm off sick," she grinning impishly, "until we find a new roommate."
"Kind of like Ferris Bueller, huh? So do you guys all live here full-time? What d'your parents think?"
"We still live with our parents," Hayley explained. "Pretty much every weekend we tell them we're having a sleepover, though, so we come here then. Some of us come here in the afternoon after school, too, but it would be good to have a roommate here those nights."
"Yeah, 'course," Jack said, gulping down the final half-inch of his coffee before putting the empty white cup down on the glass table between the two of them. "Hey, d'you mind if I use your bathroom?"
"Sure," she said, "you know where it is."
Jack scampered off to the bathroom. The call of nature had actually come at a pretty good time – going off into the bathroom would give him a moment or two to think things through.
#
While taking care of business, Jack thought about things. The apartment was nice, it was homely yet stylish, tidy yet fun. The lack of privacy was drawback, but not unbearable considering his alternative, and if the girls weren't going to be there at night – except maybe at the weekend – it wouldn't be so bad. He'd just have to be careful when they were there.
The area was fantastic – as was the view. He'd never be able to afford a place like this under normal circumstances. If Hayley was telling the truth, if he could afford what they were asking, it was all fine by him.
And the girls – well, if they were anything like Hayley, he would be a lucky guy. Just the thought of Hayley made him perk up – just one glimpse of the slight swell of her young breasts pushing against the tight blouse she wore or a brief flash of her underwear was enough to send the blood rushing southwards. Usually, he didn't have much time to appreciate the girls: he worked too hard during the day and at night he had no social life to call on from his lack of school.
Jack finished up and was just about to flush when he noticed a laundry basket in the corner of the sizeable bathroom. Tucked into the random articles of clothing that half-filled the basket were a pair of girls' underwear.
Jack paused, holding back from flushing the toilet – which would make Hayley expect him to leave the bathroom almost immediately after. In the silence, he could almost hear his heart pumping, feel it beating as the adrenaline surged through his system. There was no mistaking it: they were definitely there, the unmistakable skimpy form of girl's panties.
Protected in his privacy, he moved quietly to the basket and pulled out the pink cotton underwear. Hayley's? They were delicate, soft and trimmed with a feminine-looking white frill. Jack held them briefly to his nose and was rewarded with the sharp yet sweet aroma of a young female. Heaven.
They had to be Hayley's – she'd been the only girl here for a while, after all, 'off sick'. Jack's cock was rock hard. He was also shaking slightly. It had been too long since he'd had a girlfriend – not since he'd been in school, in fact.
Taking in one last breath of the schoolgirl's spicy scent, he debated silently what to do with the panties. Would she notice if they went missing? What would she do if she did? Would she decide she didn't want him living there? Perhaps it was best just to put them back. But what if the rent did turn out to be too much? He'd probably regret not having an example of used underwear from such a pretty girl, to have with him on those lonely nights after a beating or two.
Better leave them. Quietly, he put the panties back in the laundry, flushed the toilet and left the bathroom.
"So, what do you think?" Hayley asked as he returned. She was showing him a fair bit of thigh once again, and he wondered if she was always like this. He could handle sights like that on a regular basis. And the sight was now connected with the secret knowledge that he was now familiar with the scent of her sweet pussy. He felt an exquisite shiver run down his back.
"Well, if you guys say yes, I'd love to take the room," he said, doing his best to maintain some kind of appearance of control.
"Oh good!" she did sound genuinely pleased at that – which made him suddenly wary.
"If I can afford it, though, of course…" Damn, was he being an idiot not taking this schoolgirl's panties?
Well, too late now. At least he had a memory of her scent. It had been as close as he'd been to girl's pussy in years, and the closest he'd ever been to such a pretty girl... he'd just remember.
"Of course you can afford it," she said with a grin. "Hey, why don't we go down to the Starbucks opposite and talk about the price? I said we'd meet Zoe there…"
"Sure, why not?" he said.
"Great. I just have to use the bathroom quickly," she said.
What was the rent going to be?
As he waited, he recalled her scent again. It had seemed so dangerous, so wicked, to think that that soft material had been in close contact with that beautiful young girl's pussy. As he had gently pressed his nose against the soft pink cotton, drawing in the musty scent, his imagination had drifted briefly.
In his mind's eye, he was lying on his back on that bed in the privacy-free apartment, the innocent-looking blonde schoolgirl above him, her thighs either side of his head, gently depositing her panty-clad pussy onto his mouth and nose.
The bathroom door opened, breaking the moment, The telephone broke his thoughts and killed the mood. It was time to discuss money.
#
"We need the person who takes the apartment to be a valued part of our business," she said as they headed across the street to the coffee shop.
"Oh. And what is your 'business'?"
"Well…" she said as they entered the place, dallying over how to explain herself. "I'll explain. What do you want to drink?"
"Oh, just a regular latte."
The blonde girl waiting for them was every bit as attractive as Hayley. Dressed in her school uniform just like Hayley, she had a warm smile and Jack smiled back at her.
"Jack, meet Zoe," Hayley said.
"Hi," he greeted the other girl, who leaned forward – to kiss his cheek, he thought, but she didn't, she kissed him briefly on the lips. What was this about?
Hayley gave her roommate a quick warning glance, clearly to remind her that they didn't want to scare Jack away. Zoe responded with a mock sulky expression, then flashed a minx-like grin at Jack before settling.
Zoe was blonde and of a similar petite build as Hayley, but they were otherwise fairly different. The first girl Jack had met was much more of a fresh-faced, natural type with a fairly clean, innocent beauty. Zoe came across instantly as a slightly more confident type, and Jack would have described her as more of the type who enjoys going to nightclubs. She was blonde, but not naturally like Hayley. She was pretty, as was Hayley, but Zoe's face was sharper, more feline, and she came across more like the popular, extrovert type than the meek, innocent type.
"So," Hayley said to get things rolling. "I guess we'd better tell you what are business is."
"Yeah, that'd be good."
"But if you do decide it's not your type of thing, please don't go spreading the word," the young schoolgirl asked earnestly.
"Of course." He could see Zoe checking him out – appreciatively, he thought, but it turned those wheels inside his mind – what, was he going to be their pimp or something?
"Okay," Hayley looked briefly at Zoe, took a deep breath and said in a quiet voice – so as not to be overheard: "We have this website…"
She looked around again, her pale green eyes checking for anyone looking their way.
"Go on – tell him!" Zoe told her expectantly.
Hayley looked into Jack's eyes. "I guess there's no easy way to say this," she said. "Okay. We have this website, from which we sell our worn underwear."
Jack felt his cock twitch inside his pants. Jesus.
"There, I said it," the natural blonde schoolgirl said, looking away from his eyes as she blushed.
Zoe wasn't as coy. She was looking straight at Jack, awaiting his reaction.
"Wow," He said, since he didn't quite know what to say. He could feel his heart pounding and his penis stiffening, but he did his best to remain in control. He wasn't sure what they had in mind for him, what they wanted him to do, but the thought of these sexy girls selling their panties was hot enough as far as he was concerned. He definitely wanted a slice of this.
"So… what kind of money do you make?" he asked diplomatically. He didn't want to seem like a slobbering lust-fiend right now. Had to keep control.
"It's about enough to pay for the apartment," Zoe said proudly. "Guys are willing to pay top rate."
"So I get to stay there for a fairly cheap rent, huh?"
"Fairly cheap," Hayley nodded. "If you were to help us out in our business, we'd let you stay rent-free."
"And as our business partner, you'd get a share of the profits, too," Zoe said, "when we start making some."
"I don't get it," he said, his curiosity getting the better of his control. "What would you need me for?"
"Couple of things. We've had a few complaints," Zoe explained. "Just a few, mind you, but we don't want any complaints. So we kind of need a quality control guy."
Zoe was just as sweet as Hayley in her way – but she seemed more expressive, more confident, and revealed more about their intentions than the other girl by her body language alone – she was really trying to catch Jack's interest. Unlike Hayley, she wasn't wearing her school tie and the top few buttons were undone on her white blouse to reveal the slight swell of her cleavage and just the frilly edge of her pink cotton bra.
"You want me to… what… check your underwear before you send it off?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, kind of," Hayley said, seeming to light fireworks within Jack's stomach. "You know, make sure they have a good enough scent before they go in the post."
"Well," Jack said, his eyebrows raised in surprise, "I don't think that'll be a problem."
"Oh, that's not quite all, though," Zoe said.
"No," Hayley said. "It's not quite all, Jack. You see, for us to expand as a business, so we can actually start making money to go towards our college fees, we need a new type of premium product. I mean, we've tried lengthening our wear-time for some products, but that can only go so far."
"I don't understand," he said, hoping he wasn't coming across as a moron.
The girls looked around briefly, to make sure they were not being overheard.
"What we need," Hayley said, "is to sell our products with female traces combined with male ones."
Jack's eyes widened as he caught on. Zoe grinned and said: "What we're gonna need you to do every now and then is to come inside our pussies so it can ooze out and saturate our panties."
"We'll be able to sell them for quite a price," Hayley said, and Jack felt as though he was going to collapse any moment at the thoughts going through his head.
"Well, I have to go," Hayley said to a rather bewildered Jack as they left the warm confines of the Starbucks. "But Zoe's going to head up to the apartment with you, sort you out with some keys so you can move in."
"Yeah," Hayley's blonde friend said enthusiastically. "You staying the night there tonight?"
"I suppose I have to really – I haven't brought any of my things, though. Not that I have many things."
"There's a 24-hour pharmacy on the corner," Hayley said as they reached the building entrance, "should sell anything you might need until you sort yourself out."
"Great," Jack said.
"So, have a great night, I'll see you guys soon!"
"You too."
"Oh – wait. Before I go…" the young girl suddenly stooped and reached under her skirt. After a brief glance to check there was nobody near enough to see, she pulled her panties down her coltish legs and handed them to Jack. "Your first assignment!" she grinned. "Zoe'll show you where the zip-lock bags are."
Jack took the little pink cotton underwear from her hand – it was still warm from her body heat – and slipped it in his pocket. He looked at Hayley – the panties were the ones he's plucked from the laundry basket during his brief moment in the bathroom.
"Seen them before?" Hayley grinned. "See, I knew you were going to say 'yes' to our offer."
"Clever," he grinned back. "Well, see you tomorrow!"
Jack had died and gone to heaven. He couldn't believe this was all happening to him.
#
Though he wasn't a virgin, if he was brutally honest, Jack hadn't had an enormous amount of experience in terms of real sex. His school years had seen a timid youngster, afraid of his own shadow, paranoid that he was the ugly duckling that nobody wanted to know. He'd had the odd girlfriend or three, but things had only really progressed with one of them, and even then, not for very long.
He had enjoyed the scent of girls' panties a little more often than he'd been able to actually haveany form of sex with them. His first time – with panties – had been his school friend's sister. He'd been staying over at his friend Tommy's house, along with a few of the guys, and they'd briefly seen Tommy's sister Lyndsey before she'd headed out for a sleepover in the house of one of her schoolfriends.
They'd all joked to Tommy about how lucky was having a sexy sister like that once she'd gone, and Tommy had told them figuratively to take the high road, that she was a bitch more often than not – and the usual brother stuff.
When it came to the end of the night, and the couches, sleeping bags and canvas beds were shared out between them, Jack was put in Lyndsey's room.
"She won't care. Fuck it, we won't tell her – what she doesn't know can't hurt," Tommy had said. "Hell, better'n the floor, huh?"
Jack had shrugged and agreed – not especially minding one way or the other. Had it not been his first experience that night, he may have been more keen – but it worked out well, and his lack of enthusiasm for the idea would have been a good idea even if he had known the possibility that staying in Lyndsey's bedroom might prevail.
So the night had come to a close – it was a good night, as ever. Superbowl Sunday, if he remembered correctly – no wonder Lyndsey had wanted to vacate the premises. And then, finally, he and Tommy had gone upstairs, Tommy to his room, and Jack into Lyndsey's.
At first, he hadn't done anything. Dumping his bag, he'd stripped down to his briefs – he'd worn briefs in those days: imagine! And scarily, it wasn't all that long ago on the scale of things. Ah well. People learn. Anyway, grabbing his towel and his toothbrush, he'd been about to head into the bathroom, but opening the door, he'd seen Tommy just scoot in ahead of him.
Damn it. Back in Lyndsey's room, he waited for the bathroom. Tommy was ages – what the hell was he doing in there? Sitting on the bed waiting, Jack soon got bored. He dropped his wash things and stood up, his attention drawn to the photos of Lyndsey on her wall.
What was it about girls, they always seemed to have a need to put photos of themselves up on their own walls. Them having fun with the girls, them with particular girlfriends, them with a few boys, them on school trips, them in restaurants. Maybe they had poor memories generally, and couldn't remember their good times without reminders. His sister had a similar host of photographs plastered all over her room.
Lyndsey was pretty – even in these fairly poorly taken photographs. Nothing special or supermodel-like, but she had a fresh beauty of the girl-next-door type – mousy brown hair, big brown eyes, slim figure and small breasts beginning to develop. They hadn't been kidding when they'd told Tommy she was a fine-looking girl.
Tommy was still in the bathroom. Jack sighed, but maybe it hadn't been that long. When you're waiting, time always seems longer.
So he started looking round the rest of Lyndsey's room. It was the usual girlish place – soft colours including plenty of white and pink, the sweet scent of her perfume in the airs and the kind of things you'd never see in a guy's room, like ornaments and posters of boy band members – what was it, New Kids on the Block back then? Something like that.
But other than that, he was surprised how messy the place was. It was his first time in a girl's room other than his sisters, so he didn't have much experience. But although it wasn't nearly as messy as his or any of his friends' rooms, it wasn't exactly tidy. But then she hadn't been expecting someone to be staying there. There were clothes strewn over the floor, books and school papers.
It suddenly struck him as rather sexy that he was there in her room. Despite what Tommy said, he was sure Lyndsey wouldn't be fine with him being in her room, but it was rather sexy that he would probably be the first guy to sleep in her room. He wouldn't have her with him, but otherwise it would be an experience being in some girl's room all night. He was in a place you didn't get to be unless you were a lover or extenuating circumstances like this.
Perhaps he could even come in this room – hell, he had a spare pair of socks in his bag – perhaps it could be the first time he had an orgasm in a girl's bed, the first time a guy came in that girl's bed. Kind of a horny idea.
And then he saw them: or part of them. Casually sifting around the things on the floor with his foot, he came across a scrap of black lace. It instantly drew the eye, such fancy lace.
He stooped and picked them up. Lyndsey's panties. Hmm. Another bonus of his stay in her room – he hadn't thought of it until now. He could find out what kind of panties she wore. How often had they watched the girls in school doing handstands in the lunch break, cheering as they showed off their panties until the Head of English had put a stop to it by ordering all girls to wear shorts under their skirts if they wanted to do handstands in future.
It was a frequent thought in the pubescent boys' minds as they began to realise what girls were really for, but here he was with real evidence for what a pretty girl wore under her skirt. Next to her vagina. What now? He held up the little black panties, holding them by the waist band, letting them form up in the air as they would with Lyndsey wearing them. His imagination filled in what it would look like with her in them.
Wow. His heart was beating like a drum onstage in a Guns 'n' Roses concert. His breathing was hyper. His cock was rock hard inside his briefs.
This pair of panties was worn by that pretty girl. Wow. They were wedged up against her vagina for hours on end. And that part in front would actually have touched her private parts, her pussy. Wow. He put them up to his nose – the very part that touched her pussy was now touching his nose and his lips. Incredible.
There was the characteristic trace of her perfume – sweet, candyfloss stuff, he hadn't a clue what it was – but there was also something all the more earthy. Deeper, musky, somehow darker, like exotic spices. That was her. Her scent. Her pussy juices soaked into the soft black material.
Wow.
He heard the click of Tommy leaving the bathroom, and dropped the panties, paranoid that he'd be found. For a moment, he was completely still, his beating heart the loudest thing in the room. Nothing. He was safe.
Quickly, he scampered off to use the bathroom, his mind reeling with what he'd found. Not only could he surreptitiously become the first male ever to come in Lyndsey's bed, he would be able to do it while actually smelling her pussy. Chances were, he would be the first guy ever to have some kind of idea what it would be like being right there with her vagina.
Stepping back across to the room, ever worried Tommy might come out and spot his erection through the pitiful white briefs he wore.
Back inside the room, he closed the door. Safe.
With a sudden thought, he grinned mischievously. Then he dropped his wash things in his bag and stooped to remove his briefs. Naked. First naked guy in her room? Probably. His cock was sticking straight up – throbbing with its need to be touched. But not yet. First he had his curiosity to settle.
He wanted to know what her other panties were like – what kinds of things did she wear? So he spent a little while looking through her things, quietly opening her draws and looking inside. He left everything as it had been, religiously careful not to show any signs of having been there, and eventually found her underwear drawer.
He looked through at the various little feminine panties – exciting, but now somehow less exciting because he'd found that pair with her scent in. He put a couple of them to his nose, but the freshness and scent of washing powder simply did not compare.
No, the real treasure would be on the floor. She didn't seem to have a laundry basket. Not much around, though, save for those black ones and a pair of pantyhose that had briefly drawn his interest, but had had precious little in the way of aromas. Couldn't have been long since her last laundry session.
Was he being creepy? Well, perhaps, but in mitigation it was his natural pubescent curiosity that led him on, his lack of contact with the opposite sex and, let's face it, his cock.
He was about to give up and take those black lacy panties to bed with him, when he suddenly spotted a heap of clothes in the corner of the room that he recognised. They were her school things, in fact, the very school things she'd been wearing before she'd changed to go out for the night. Hmm… promising.
Quietly, carefully, he crouched and rummaged through the articles. He was careful to leave them the way he had found them – sure, she probably would know how everything in her room had been arranged, but you had to be safe rather than sorry. And there he found them: a little pair of white cotton panties embossed with pastel blue butterflies. She must have been wearing them that very day.
He didn't smell them straight away. No, he wanted to be in place first. He turned off the bedroom light and slipped under her sheets in her bed. Wow. Here he was, the first time in a girl's bed. Now he placed the panties on his face, so that the very material that had been wedged up against her pussy that day would be directly up against his nose.
And he breathed in. Magic.
#
Jack was now alone with Zoe. In the elevator up to the apartment, she seemed bubbly and frisky, using any excuse to touch him and flirt with him. He was on fire – he felt just as aroused as he had that night in Lyndsey's bedroom. That hadn't been the last time he'd gained access to her used underwear, and she hadn't been the only girl whose scent he'd sampled until he'd quit school – by a long way – but that had been the first time, and it hadn't been quite as incredible for him right up until this very point.
"I'd give you my panties to sniff, but I have a special order to take care of tonight, I need them to stay on," Zoe said, pulling his thoughts back to the present.
"Yeah? Is that how you work – to order? Or is there a stock of items available?" Jack asked her. His entire body was fizzing with excitement – it was hard to take in all at once. But it was important for him to seem mature and level-headed right now.
"A bit of both, really," she replied. "First timers and irregulars take what's on offer usually. Our regulars quite often tell us what they want us to do – sometimes they even send us panties to wear."
"Really?"
"Yeah – they'll send us stories to read – some they've written, some they'd found – and they want us to touch ourselves as we read, then send them the evidence. Sometimes they ask for even more – after a fair number of requests were running down a certain route, we made the decision to bring you into the equation."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. We already have orders for you!"
"What's up for tonight? Just these?" Jack patted his pocket, which contained Hayley's fresh pair of worn panties.
"You can check those when I've gone home," Zoe said as the elevator doors opened on their floor. "No, tonight we have something special lined up."
"Something special?"
"Hmm. We held an auction – actually, we're holding auctions for all us girls, but mine's the only one that's happened. Tonight," she leaned back against the apartment front door and raised her school skirt to reveal a little pair of white cotton panties embossed with pink hearts. "Tonight, these are going to be worth $500."
"Wow," Jack said, his cock twitching slightly at the tidy sight of her sweet public mound covered by those skimpy panties. "That's quite a mark up. Why the premium price?"
"Because, cutie," she smiled, affectionately squeezing his cheeks as she waited for the front door to close completely, "tonight you're going to take my cherry in these panties."
#
Zoe put her arms around him, looking up into his eyes, reaching up to softly kiss his mouth. Jack's heart was beating so loudly, he thought she might hear, this beautiful little schoolgirl dressed in her tight uniform. Did she feel similarly? It was her first time, apparently. Or would be.
"Sam's got good taste," she said softly, her voice making the hairs raise on the back of his neck out of pure sexual arousal.
"Huh?" he said around a number of kisses.
"He did recommend you, after all," Zoe smiled broadly. He could feel her heaving chest against his, feel the heat of her body even through the thin white blouse she wore. "I'm glad he did."
"Thank you."
"Come on, let's find a bed," she pulled him by the hand towards the nearest bed – whoever it belonged to.
"Are we… are we going to need any…" he said uncertainly, trying to keep his excitement from getting on top of things. It was hard to: it felt like Christmas Eve night. It felt like Christmas Eve night had at his real Dad's house before the car accident. "Are we going to need any…uh…"
Zoe turned briefly. "Of course not – don't you think we thought of that?" she grinned impishly. "How can you come inside me if you're wearing one of those?"
"Oh. S'pose so."
"We're all on the pill, Jack. Have been for a couple of months now."
Pulling him into the nearest 'bedroom', she broke away from him and leaped excitedly onto the bed. This particular bed faced straight onto the floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a fraction of a second he wondered – and worried – that someone in one of the buildings nearby might see them. But the concern quickly past: there was a pretty schoolgirl sitting in the middle of the king-size bed, waiting for him to take her virginity.
The view outside the windows – the sunset and the lights in the windows of the other downtown buildings as well as the darkening blue of the bay – was pretty nice, too. But there were other things to appreciate than that.
He crawled across the bed towards her, savouring every second of anticipation as he approached the intensively cute teenager. As he came close to her, he started to remove his shirt. But she knelt up and stopped him.
"Let me," she said softly, her delicate hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "I want to unwrap my present."
"Go ahead," he said.
She kissed him on the lips once again, long and deep, her little tongue flicking inside his mouth, dancing with his own tongue. She tasted sweet, like icecream, her perfume similarly sweet in nature. She responded to him slightly nervously at first, but entirely enthusiastically, moaning quietly as they kissed. But ever the confident one, she was quickly warming up.
"Sam sure picked a nice-looking guy," she said as they broke apart to gasp for air. "But there's one thing he couldn't have known…"
She pulled his shirt off and now her hands stroked down over his chest towards his crotch. His cock was already rock hard when her fingers reached it. Exploring him through his pants, she traced out the shape of his erection.
"Mmm…" she purred like a pussy cat. "Looks like he bet on a winner. This feels perfect to me."
She ducked down and began slowly kissing his chest as her fingers moved to unfasten his belt and remove his pants. He helped her to remove them from his person – as well as his boxer shorts.
And here he was: completely naked in front of one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever laid eyes on. She let out a quite gasp, revealing that this wasn't a sight she'd seen much of before.
"Good enough?" he asked, smiling.
"Mmm," she moaned as her soft hands explored his shaft. "We're going to have some fun with this."
"Come here," he said, reaching for her to pull off her blue jacket and unfasten the buttons on her blouse.
"One rule," she said as she broke away from him."
"What's that?" he asked her.
"My panties have to stay on me throughout. The customer expects it."
"No problem," he said, pulling her blouse apart so he could kiss down the hot, soft skin around her little cotton bra. She was shaking a little too: more, even, than him. It was her first time, after all.
"Have you gone far before?" he asked her.
"Not really," she said. "A little fumbling around, but not serious stuff."
"How come?"
"None of the guys were worth it."
He could feel her stiffened nipples, even through her bra, and slipped his fingers under the restrictive material to caress the sensitive buds. He felt her stir as he did so, and knew she was warming up nicely.
"Am I the first guy you asked to do this?" he asked before gently pulling her bra down away from her smallish breasts and kissing his way around the soft mounds towards her hardened nipples.
"We didn't like any of the guys at school enough," she said, "and Katie said it would be safer to choose someone with no links to school, anyway."
"I see."
"We had a good look around, but you are the only one we've gone as far as telling about what we do," she explained, doing her utmost to keep in control as he took her sensitive buds into his hot mouth one after the other.
"I'm glad you did," he said, pushing her back gently, urging her to lie back so that he could explore her body more easily.
Kissing his way down her stomach, he pulled her blouse completely open and lay between her slender legs. Her navel was pierced, and she had a silver heart hanging there from its ring, which Jack took care to kiss around.
"Nice," he said between kisses.
"It is, isn't it? My sister gave it to me. It's great for when I go clubbing in a little crop top… oh, God…"
She broke off to emit a little moan of desperation as he lifted her skirt and began to kiss around the edge of her little girlish cotton panties with their sweet pink hearts.
"Oh God…" she said again. "I don't think our buyer's going to have any complaints about these panties!"
"Nope," he agreed while kissing her shivering thighs and getting tantalisingly close to her cotton-covered pussy. He could tell she was already fairly wet – her juices were beginning to soak through her underwear, there was a damp patch growing along the line of her vagina.
For a moment or two, he delayed his next move, as much to tease her further as to savour the moment for himself. Then he moved to her panties, caressing the soft material with his nose and his lips, breathing in her exquisite scent of arousal blended nicely with her sweet, girlish perfume, even tasting her tentatively with the end of his tongue.
Her moans grew louder and stronger as he nuzzled into her pussy. "Oh please… please…" she whispered and placed her hands on his head, gently pulling him close to her.
Another difference between Zoe and Hayley was that Zoe had a slight tan. He was interested to see that her breasts had no tan line, but as he slowly moved aside her panties and kissed her way towards her shapely pubic mound, it was clear she hadn't been brave enough to tan naked – whether it was in the salon or under the sun somewhere.
Moving her panties completely to the side to reveal her pretty pink vagina, he was a little surprised to find her hairless. Not shaved, either – waxed, it seemed. Wow. She'd really prepared for this moment.
Gently, he ran his tongue along the slightly protruding lips of her vagina. She flinched as he did so and let out a particularly loud moan of ecstasy. She tasted divine: tangy, salty, even a little sweet. He licked at her velvet folds, lapping her copiously flowing juices while breathing in her spicy scent.
Underneath him, the pretty teen thrashed about, writhing in her blissful release, holding his head in her hands and pulling him to her, locking him in her thighs and then releasing him periodically. His senses were entirely filled with her arousal, and his own arousal was quite something: it was incredible to be there, to reach his arms under her shapely thighs and lock her slender hips in his grip as he feasted on her dripping pussy.
He looked up, still half unbelieving that he was there, lying between this mouthwatering teen, his lips dancing with her pussy lips, his tongue slipping inside her, his nose grazing her little clitoris.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned breathlessly, and he felt her tremble and shake before she cried out as a wave of energy swamped her petite form.
After a moment or two, she propped herself up on her elbows, looking down on him as he licked around her opening, in wonderment that she could produce such abundant moisture.
"I'm ready," she said, still a little out of breath.
"You're sure?" he asked her.
"Absolutely. Never been readier. You are quite something, Jack."
He smiled and looked away, perhaps even blushing a little, though the low lighting came to his aide in that respect.
"That was the most incredible thing," she said, running her fingers gently through his hair. "I can't believe we've got you as our quality control – any time our panties don't come up to scratch, a little bit of this tongue and any of us will be wetter than a rainstorm in the ocean."
"Glad to be of service," he said, kissing her virgin pussy one last time before moving up beside her.
"Come on," she whispered, one of her hands encircling his hard cock, "fuck me. Fuck me now."
#
He slid up to lie at her side, his hand skimping over her flat belly, slipping gently over one of her shapely little breasts. She looked into his eyes, and he could tell she was slightly nervous all of a sudden. She bit her lip, but it wasn't just that – he could feel her tremble, see the goose bumps on her belly even though it was quite warm.
The moment had arrived. His life had truly flipped over.
"Don't worry," he whispered, kissing her softly on the lips.
She nodded but was silent. He smiled, stroking her cheek briefly with one finger. She kissed him back, signalling that she was ready, and he lifted himself gently to position his body between her legs. She was so beautiful, so fresh, so vibrant, his cock was harder and more enlarged than it had ever been before.
He felt Zoe's eyes floating over his own form even as he appreciated the slender nymph beneath him. He was warm inside as he noticed her top lip quiver from desire, and took in her clearly favourable opinion of his physical form. The exercise he'd put in was paying off in droves.
The teenage schoolgirl tipped her head back, opening her mouth in a quiet moan as his cock sidled up against the centre of her sexuality. The faintest of first touches was enough to make her shiver, and he couldn't help but tremble a little himself as felt her intense heat against his hardness.
"Oh God…" she sighed as he kissed her neck, his hands reaching to tease her grapefruit-sized breasts and tantalise her stiffened little nipples.
"If you want to stop…" he said, offering her an easy way out.
"No, no stop. Now, now…" she said, shaking her head in an increasingly feverish desperation as he began to stroke his cock against her moist vaginal lips, grazing blissfully against her burning clitoris.
Gently, he slipped the head of his penis at the door to her world, and pushed, penetrated, pierced her for the very first time. She looked into his eyes, her own peepers widened as she felt his sizeable shaft within her.
It helped that she was so very wet, for though she was exquisitely tight around him, his hardness slipped inside her comfortably, gliding in and then out without a hitch to hinder the heavenly connection between them.
He held her close to him, holding her cute behind as he controlled the movement of his cock inside her, kissing her deep as her moans became louder and higher in pitch. He could hardly contain his own moans as he felt her tight vaginal walls squeezing his erection, sensing echoes of her own feelings as ripples of energy transferring from her moist, smouldering pussy to his flesh within.
"Oh… oh…" it didn't take a genius to sense her orgasm approaching. Her cries, sounding as though she was struggling for air, her fervent movement gaining added desperation. "Oh please… oh please…" she said breathlessly – words that were hardly necessary, but from the heart.
Jack wasn't exactly the most experienced man on the planet, but since he was making love to a breathtakingly cute schoolgirl – still with most of her uniform on – it wasn't exactly hard to time his own orgasm for that moment. As he felt her go over the edge, he released himself, feeling his come surging up through his erection and filling her virgin pussy with his hot seed.
For a good few moments, they lay back on the bed together, recovering. Zoe had replaced her panties over her newly de-flowered pussy, ready to catch the juices from her very first penetration by a man.
"That was incredible," she said, turning to look at him. "I'm so glad it was with you, Jack."
"Any time,'" he smiled.
"Come the morning, these puppies'll be worth their weight in gold," the blonde said with a grin as she casually stroked her pussy through the moistened panties.
However, their calm, leisurely relaxation period was interrupted by the sound of a key entering the lock on the front door.
"Oh, I forgot," Zoe smiled impishly. "Jess said she'd be round later to drop off her leotard from gymnastics practice."
#
Jess may not have been quite as pretty as the other girls Jack had met – although she was still pretty cute in a tom boyish, girl-next-door way – she was easily the most limber and clearly had boundless enthusiasm and energy. She was still pretty, in a freckly way, and Jack was pleased to note that she was a redhead – in fact, her mid-length hair, tied in a ponytail, was about as red as you could get naturally.
"Hi!" she said as she spotted Jack and Zoe. "I'm Jess," she said to Jack.
"Jack," he replied, "nice to meet you."
"Mind if I join you guys?"
As she came towards them, she peeled off her warm-up suit to reveal an incredibly shapely, athletically slender figure wrapped in a sexy leotard.
"Look what I can do," Zoe said to the red-headed schoolgirl, and sat down on him so her warm, well-lubricated vagina enveloped his now-erect penis.
"I will be soon," Jess playfully stuck out her tongue at her young friend. "When we get round to organising my auction. And hey, look what I can do…"
She leaned over, and then swung her legs one by one over her in a graceful cartwheel, never once losing control as she ended up almost casually back upright again.
"And I have more regular orders than you anyway," Jess grinned, "since I'm a gymnast and you're only a swimmer."
"Whatever," the blonde smiled, and exaggerated a moan or two as she moved up and down on Jack's cock right in front of her. He couldn't believe that she was so at ease being naked in front of her friend. Or that she'd have sex right in front of her. But then these girls did have an internet business based around their used underwear – they couldn't exactly afford to be shy.
"Well, have your fun," Jess walked around the bed, towards Jack's head. "Once he has a whiff of this little pussy, he's gonna be hooked!"
She might not have been quite as pretty as Zoe or Hayley – although she was undeniably attractive in a freckly, tom-boyish kind of way – but she clearly had a body every much as trim. Slim, flexible, pale, she was every bit as irresistible in her skin tight dark-blue leotard, simple yet sexy.
"See, if you want a young gymnast's leotard, there's nowhere else you can go!" and amazingly, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled his chest. "Whaddaya think?" and she gently rested her mound at his lips.
Incredible. He breathed in long and deep, inhaling the strong, intoxicating scent of her teenage pussy. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her, he could see her slender muscles stretching either side of her crotch as she laid the damp part of her leotard on his face, brushing his lips with her soaking gymnastics kit.
He could smell her pussy juices – she was wet under that tight leotard – but there was also an intense mustiness about her, from her long gymnastics team practice that evening. He was close to coming again – his cock was buried deep within the tight confines of Zoe's vagina, while his lips parted so that he could taste Jess's seeping pussy, even through her leotard. Heaven.
He dearly wanted the moment to last, but knew it couldn't. He was going to explode any minute. He had to try and calm down. Neither of the girls was helping him out on that score, with the blonde girl really pumping his cock inside her as she virtually screamed building up to her next orgasm, and the ginger gymnast now grinding her pussy down on his hot mouth.
Jack tried to control himself, taking in deep breaths - but each breath was filled with the sexy scent of a young girl at the prime of life. He reached upwards to explore the gymnast's trim body, his hands wandering over her slim, supple frame. He enjoyed the skin tight, smooth material clinging to her every curve, his fingers slipping over the slick lycra, eventually finding two little hardened buds pushing against the leotard from the slight rises of her tender a-cup breasts.
Now Jess tugged her leotard aside, revealing richly red public hair flourishing around her delicate pink folds, seemingly saturated by her juices. He touched her hips, briefly encouraging her back down upon his mouth, his tongue delving inside her to sample her angel's elixir.
He couldn't help but hear Zoe riding the crest of her wave, and now it was Jess's turn. She held his head gently but firmly in her hands, gyrating her hips to mash her pussy against his mouth and that wonderful tongue.
"Oh my goodness, oh Jesus…" she moaned as she virtually hit the ceiling.
And Jack felt himself release – he couldn't hold back any more – his hot seed spraying out inside the freshly de-flowered Zoe while her schoolfriend came with rivulets of moisture leaking out of his mouth and dripping down his cheeks.
#
The two girls went home fairly soon afterwards, leaving Jack a little bewildered, but very satisfied. They'd shown him where the equipment was to send off the products – the ziplock bags and the Polaroid photographs of the girls without their clothes on. They'd shown him the computer, and shown him how to log onto the internet, shown him their website – which he'd found pretty exciting and very impressive – and how to log into their email to get the order details.
Then they were away. Jess left her leotard with him, and he had Hayley's panties to 'check' as well. But Zoe left with her panties in place – they had to absorb her virginity juices overnight. She took a ziplock bag with her so she'd be able to put them in there in the morning to keep fresh for the buyer.
"We're so glad you're with us, Jack," Jess had said, and Zoe had agreed. They kissed him a little more before saying their goodbyes.
"I won't be around tomorrow night," Zoe said, "I have swim team. But Jess'll be here."
"You bet," the gymnast grinned.
"And Hayley'll probably come over."
"Great," Jack said, thinking that he would have to go to work again.
"Katie's on a four-day pair," Zoe said. "But you'll meet her on Saturday – we're all gonna be over here all day on Saturday. Should be fun – we're gonna sort out just what we can do to expand this little business."
"Great."
And there were more kisses with the sexy schoolgirls before they were away, leaving a still-amazed Jack there in the spacious, comfortable flat, with a pair of worn pink cotton panties to 'check' and a leotard that was moist in all the right places.
The future was bright.
Author: Seabug
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