Panties For Men

When Dr. Benning was pawing at my boobs, I had started getting a little light-headed and definitely aroused.  We all made it back to our rooms at the end of the day and I had to lay down.  I was out of breath thinking of how he kneaded at my breast.  I was delirious thinking of how his cum spurted from his ****.  I was intoxicated by the smell and the taste of his load.  I wanted to play and to explore more.  Elaine and I share a room while Eliza and Sharon are roommates.  Did I dare to tell them about my feelings when we all gathered later that night as was our norm?  I decided I had better keep it all to myself for now.  I changed into some jeans and a baggy sweatshirt for the afternoon and tried to do homework but it was difficult.  I kept wanting to hold myself. To feel myself. I kept getting distracted by the way the sweatshirt rubbed against my nipples. I would slide my hands between my legs and press the jeans against my pussy.  I must have been in a trance because I didn’t hear Eliza come into the room, to see where I was.  I had been leaning back in my chair, with my eyes closed, rocking against my palms.  Eliza shook me by the shoulder and shocked me back to reality.

Eliza and I were only a month or two different in age where Elaine was nearly a year older than me and Sharon was at least 7 months younger.  We were close in other ways too.  We spoke often about what we wanted in life and questioned why we were at this fancy school.  She had a boyfriend who was pretty steady with her through his letters and cards.  His parents supported her too.  I on the other hand only ever hung out with a guy for social needs.  I’d had boyfriends but was never serious with them.  Eliza asked if I was okay.  She said the girls are already down in the quad waiting for us.  I mentioned that I was tired and would it be okay if I just stayed in until later tonight?  Eliza, the dear friend that she is cooed of course I didn’t have to go out.  She stroked my hair and pulled me close.  Still sitting down while she stood, put my head right against her breasts.  I felt her when she breathed and I could detect the soft remnants of her perfume.  None of that helped my head that was still spinning from earlier!

I was helped up from the chair, and Eliza walked me to the bed.  She said, “you’ll be much more comfortable without these Jordache’s on” so she reached for my waist and undid the button and unzipped them.  I was told to lift my ass up so she could pull them off, and we both got a solid whiff of wet pussy, barely concealed in my white cotton panties.  Eliza looked at me slyly and said, “I know what has you so distracted! You’re still thinking of Dr. Benning’s **** and the effect our slips had on him!”  I stammered that, that wasn’t the case at all but the flush on my cheeks betrayed my words.  She jumped on the bed beside me and grabbed my leg, which I had tucked under myself.  With a huge smile on her face Eliza told me “I know how you feel! I’ve been thinking of him all afternoon.  Mrs. Toles had the most boring lecture on the Incan history, it was all I could do to not close by eyes and dream of holding his ****.”  She went on to say, when she got back to her room to change, she found that her panties were pretty wet as well!  She said she had experimented a bit during the summer break and found she loved to rub herself and she loved the taste of her wetness.  I asked what she tasted like and without batting an eye, she started rubbing my crotch, getting my own wetness on her fingers and then sucking them into her mouth.  Her reply was “I taste a lot like you do”.  My breathing was getting pretty rapid and I was sweating a little.  My thighs were getting restless even under the weight of Eliza’s hand.  She took my hand, and slipped it between my legs.  My fingers were guided under the elastic of a leg opening and then manipulated against my furry ****.  Eliza’s fingers were holding mine and they both were running up and down my slit.  She withdrew our hands and put her fingers in my mouth while sucking mine past her lips.  I held her hand and sucked my juices from her fingers and she did the same.  I found myself wanting more.  I looked my friend deep into her eyes and said “are we bad for wanting this?”  Eliza looked shocked that such a question would be coming from me, the rebel of the group.  Her reply was “No. We are both young and beautiful and becoming more mature.  We need to experiment and see if this is really who we are.”

I pulled my sweatshirt off and reached for Eliza’s polo.  I lifted it up over her raised arms and over her head.  She loved having her curls pulled into a pony tail and I always thought she was so beautiful.  My B cups were noticeably smaller than what a presumed were bigger than Cs that Eliza sported.  She had a beautiful nylon and lace bra supporting her breasts and she cupped them playfully before getting up and locking the door.  “We don’t want any interruptions!”  I nodded in agreement as she came back to the bed.  She asked me to undo her jeans so she could squirm out of them and I happily obliged.  Eliza had white nylon panties on that had a distinctive wet spot growing in the front of them.  She crawled up on the bed and leaning in, kissed me.  I thought I was going to faint!  I’d kissed lots of guys before but none had really wowed me like this.  I reached up behind her neck and pulled her in closer for more.  With one hand she supported herself while with the other she reached out for my tits.  I could hardly take anymore.  I kissed her back and must have gotten crazy because Eliza sat back and said “Girl, you are all wound up, aren’t you?!”  I stared at her and then at her breasts and back again at her.  Eliza sat back and said “help me with this bra?”  I sat up to where we were skin close, reached around in back and deftly unhooked the bra and reaching up, slid the straps down from her shoulders.  We pulled the bra from between us and were now nipple to nipple.  We both giggled at the situation and kissed again.

Eliza laid me back and the lay beside me.  She ran her hands over my belly and across my chest, stopping to cup my breasts.  She licked her fingers and proceeded to rub and tweak my hardening nipples.  Propping herself up on one arm, she put her hand back on my crotch.  Pinching from top to bottom of my soggy panties and snatch, I got warm again and my breathing started to accelerate.  I raised up enough to kiss her and I then took her boobs in my hands.  I must have been doing something right because Eliza stopped kissing me and laid back.  She offered her breasts to me saying “surely you remember how to suck on these”.  I dropped down and placed my mouth over her beautiful small round nipples.  They got hard and she said I could gently nibble on them.  I did and she let out a small squeal.  I lapped at those beautiful breasts not nearly long enough when she stood up and had me lay back on the bed with my heels hooked on the edge.  Eliza lifted my feet and legs up and placed them on her chest and shoulders.  She then reached down and hooking her fingers into the waistband of my wet panties, pulled them up my legs and off my feet.  My feet were put back down but my knees were now wide apart.  Eliza leaned forward and without removing her gaze from my eyes, ran her wonderfully manicured fingers along my **** that was once again, getting wet.  She wiped my juice on her fingers and then slipped them into her mouth.  Glancing at the clock radio on the headboard of the bed, she said we needed to get dressed and go catch up with Elaine and Sharon.  It was suggested that we put clean panties on so I reached into the dresser and drew out a couple of nylon bikinis.  Eliza kneeled down and told me to step into my panties. She started to pull them up and since she was right there, she stuck her tongue out, licking along my slit.  I was so shocked when she hit what I later was to learn my clit, that I sat back on the bed.  She wriggled out of her panties and stepped into the clean pair I had given her. I was intrigued by her pale blonde muff.  It seemed so light and thin.  We finished with our jeans and shirts; she forgoing her bra, to sport the loose and unrestrained look.  I grabbed my keys and we stepped out to catch up with the others.