I wrote and sold several stories to one particular porn publisher. Enjoying my success, I decided to try something new. Their guidelines indicated they accept short to VERY LONG pieces of writing. I figured they would pay me more money for a longer piece. So I sat down and pounded out this story. When I sent it to them, I got back a note which read, "This is very well-written work, but it's too long for us. We have nowhere to use it. Sorry." When I looked for other magazines to send it to, I discovered no one wanted a porn story this long. Oops.
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"You're doing laundry tonight?" my roommate Steve asked, staring at me in disbelief.
"Yeah," I admitted sheepishly.
"It's Friday night, dude. You should go out and get pissed with the rest of us. That's what you're supposed to do when you live in a college residence! You go out and get tanked, meet a nice girl, go back to her place, and fuck her."
"But I don't have any clean clothes for tomorrow."
"Peter!" Steve laughed. "You are one annoying nerd, you know that? You need a social life. You study every night, you never go out -- what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Get off my case!"
"Okay, well, have fun doing laundry," Steve said, grabbing his jacket out of the closet. He opened the door, stepped into the hall, and then turned to laugh at me one last time. "Are you sure you don't wanna go?"
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"Well, bye-bye then," and he took off.
Steve didn't know I was a chickenshit virgin. It wasn't that I was ugly or anything -- I just didn't know how to deal with women. All my buddies were trying to drag me out into the world, trying to get me drunk, trying to get me laid, but I was too cowardly to do it. And now I was going to spend another Friday night alone in the dorm.
Grabbing my basket of dirty clothes off the floor, I headed for the laundry room down in the basement, feeling like a complete weenie. I was in a coed dorm and I couldn't get laid. There were girls in my face all the time, sometimes wearing just nighties or nothing but a towel, walking casually through the halls, all smiles. The girls hung out in the rec room, and the kitchen, everywhere, chatting away, totally unaware that I was staring at their tits and asses, wishing one of them would fuck me. I was in pussy heaven and I had no idea what to do. It was starting to look like I'd be a virgin for the rest of my life.
I opened the laundry room door, turned on the light and walked over to the washing machines. None of the three machines were running, but they were all full of wet clothes. I figured my fellow students put their laundry in the machines, and then went out drinking. Damn them. I went to dump their damp clothes on top of the dryers.
What was in those washing machines surprised the hell out of me. There were g-strings, teddies, crotchless panties, peekaboo bras, lace underwear, garter belts and more sexy lingerie than I'd ever seen in my life. I'm not the kind of guy who gets turned on by stealing women's underwear, but I have to admit, I was tempted. This stuff was hot. All the girls in residence were pretty sexy, but I'd never suspected any of them would wear stuff like this. I held up a bright blue g-string, admiring it, trying to picture it on some cute girl's cunt, her pubes sticking out around the edges.
Who could be wearing something like this under their everyday clothes? I imagined various possibilities. Rachel, the sexy redhead? Suki, that gorgeous Japanese transfer student? I imagined a wet cunt covered by the thin blue fabric, the twat barely hidden, the g-string damp with pussy juice. The very thought of it gave me a wicked hard-on. Then the laundry room door opened.
In walked Stephanie, the best looking girl on campus. She was wearing a skimpy pink t-shirt that barely covered her tits, and a pair of white cotton shorts that were riding right up her crotch. And by the shocked look on her face, I could tell I was holding her sexy underwear. We looked at each other, embarrassed, not knowing what to say.
"I... I won't tell anyone you've got this stuff," I stammered. "I mean, it's none of my business, right? I was... emptying the machine, so I could put my stuff in. And I... found your... I mean, I didn't..."
Stephanie just smiled at me, amused at how I was freaking out.
"Don't worry about it, Peter," she giggled.
Her laughter made her huge tits jiggle inside the skimpy t-shirt. All her bras must have been in the wash. She slowly walked towards me, giving me time to take in her long, sexy legs and her perky boobs. Her black hair hung loose around her shoulders, and she was grinning slyly at me. She plucked the underwear from my hands.
"Do you like them?" she asked.
"L-like them?" I stuttered, staring at her tits.
"All my panties. My lingerie."
I managed to nod.
"I'm not wearing any right now," she whispered.
"What?"
"Panties," she said. "They're all in the wash. Sometimes it's fun to walk around with no bra or underwear. Then all you horny guys stare at my tits and my ass. Every jiggle drives you guys crazy."
She cupped her boobs through her shirt, lifted them, and then let them fall. They bounced beautifully. I heard a soft moan of want escape from my lips. Stephanie's nipples were getting hard, poking out through the pink cotton like two little bullets.
"See?" she purred. "You can't take your eyes off my tits, can you?"
"They're... incredible," I muttered. And she was right, I couldn't take my eyes off them. I kept trying to look up into her smiling face, but my eyes kept drifting back down to her luscious boobs. Was she just teasing me, I wondered, or did I have a chance of fucking this incredible woman? An erection was now poking up painfully in my jeans, and I noticed Stephanie's eyes glancing down at my bulge.
"Can't take your eyes off of it?" I said, deciding to tease her right back.
"What?" she asked.
"My cock," I said. "You're staring right at my cock."
"Maybe," she admitted, blushing slightly. "It is impressive."
"Is it?" I asked. I could tell that she was as turned on as I was. She kept licking her lips, and her nipples were still rock hard.
"Your cock looks big," she whispered. "Through your jeans, anyway."
She quickly reached out her hand and stroked my cock through my pants. Her touch caught me by surprise, and I let out a loud moan.
"Oo," Stephanie whispered, grinning. "Did I do that?"
"Y-yes," I gasped.
She smiled wickedly. "I wonder what else I could do with that cock of yours?"
"What... what would you like to do?"
"I have an idea, Peter. You seem to be really interested in my tits, and I know I'm interested in your cock. Why don't we make some kind of a deal?"
