I Love Wearing Other Women's Panties
Being young and vulnerable I got tricked into getting in a room with a senior at school and ended up losing my virginity. It wasn't unpleasant as it could have been, he was actually nice, but he was counting cherries and I was the next one. I didn't realize it at the time, I mean I was barely 15, that boys counted cherries and that was a status thing for them. For me, it meant one thing, I had sex with him and I fell in love. Or what ever you call it when your cherry is popped.
He had no interest in a fifteen year old, but he tolerated me and from time to time when the cherry picking season was over, he used me for fun. Anything, waiting, hearing about some other girl getting popped, was worth it as long as I could be close to him. One afternoon after sex, a slow season afternoon, before the new crop of freshman girls came into season, he lay back on the bed and told me how many cherries he had popped that year, including mine. It was impressive, he knew his thing, from rising freshman girls at the pool where he was a lifeguard, to pack girls who stayed together for protection.
Like it or not, I say whether he liked it or not, when he came home from college for break I was his main girl. A sure thing, my mother would tell me, the only reason he calls you is because you are a sure thing. It was that obvious that I threw myself at him. I was a sure thing, my panties were off before his dick was out of his zipper. I liked having sex, in a wholesome way, sex, not some deviant thing. That feeling you get when your boyfriend slips his dick in you, that kind of sex.
I went to college and he was working by then. I went to see him, when he knew I was coming he stacked his laundry and dirty dishes for me to get to when I was there. He left the clean sheets on the bed for me to change. And I had to pick the panties out of the sheets or under the bed of the girls that he had while I was away at school. Keep in mind that very few girls forget or leave their panties behind, so three was statistically a sample, I was studying that at school. But I was a diligent girlfriend, made the bed and tried on every pair of panties before folding the panties and putting them where he wouldn't be looking for them, up on the shelf of the closet. I just wanted to see how many pair of panties I could collect.
At school when I got the urge for some tension release I fantasized about this girl or that girl, I identified them by their panties without ever having set eyes on them, but it was enough to get me going and with the help or Ralph my dildo getting to orgasm. I told him one weekend, I just couldn't keep it in any longer, I told him about trying on the girl's panties and he asked me to show him. Me wearing nothing but some girl's panties got him really horny and it led to some of the best sex I had, he was then very aggressive (passionate) and I enjoyed him rolling the panties off me before giving me the treatment I wanted.
We are old enough now, he is still a stud when it comes to picking up women, only now they are divorced or never married. He asks for the panties as souvenirs and brings them home to me. Wearing another woman's panties has a way of getting me aroused, and I like sucking his dick if he hasn't showered from being with her. Yes it's my kink, it's my fantasy, it's my thing. as long as I never meet them I'm fine. But when he points one out to me, especially someone he works with then I get jealous. I guess it's a woman thing, I start to compare the woman to me. What does she have, other than being available? Something I never think about when I put on a pair of panties owned by some woman who went home with his sperm inside of her.
