Turning them over in my hand I realized that the thin piece of material that had nestled against my pussy was still pretty damp. I brought the gusset up to my face and inhaled. Yep, that had been one wet pussy, Watson. I laughed silently to myself. Damn I smelled really good. I looked around my room, searching for anything else out of place, the little garment that had soaked up so much of my wetness clenched in my hand. Nothing else jumped out a me. Perhaps I was imagining things?
Now, I'm highly sexual. I sometimes think I may be a borderline nymphomaniac. I love being naughty or sexy, seen as desirable. What can I say? I love orgasms. Once I discovered masturbation, that was it, I was hooked. And the day I discovered I loved it up the butt? Well let's just say I was so astounded, so utterly captivated by the feeling, you would have thought that I had invented anal penetration just for myself. Usually when I masturbated, I would end up with something up my ass. Finger, hair brush, a fat marker I keep, for the sole purpose of putting it up my butt, you get the idea. You know what they say about us Catholic Schoolgirls, right? So how often do I masturbate? Well, it differs but usually 10-12 times a week. I was in-between boyfriends at the time, so I was playing with myself quite a bit more than normal. It seemed like every free moment I had I was getting myself off. And when I wasn't? I was thinking about it! My little pussy was soaked all the time.
I remembered that earlier in the day, I was in Sister Mary Theresa's class listening, to her explanation on applied Theology. When I realized how horny I was. In response to my penchant for getting myself off, most of my seats were in the back corners of my classes. So, I did what I had done many times before. Reaching into my bag I pulled out a large eraser. The eraser had never been used for its intended purpose and was pink and oddly shaped, but perfect for what I needed it for. I placed it on the chair between my legs so it was right up against my pussy. By rocking my hips up and down I could brush my clit up against it, every once in a while, squeezing my thighs together. Sitting there in class I would look around at my class mates the whole time getting myself off. The whole thing is always a huge turn on for me and I usually cum within a few minutes. However, this time was a little different. So, there I am rocking my clit against my eraser, when I look over and see Christina Kennedy staring at me with a big old shit eating grin on her face. Her right hand was rubbing her left breast. Maybe it was my imagination but it looked like she was rubbing her thighs together as well. I didn't get a great view because as soon as I saw her looking at me, I started cumming. It was so powerful that I couldn't prevent the "Oh God!" That escaped from my lips. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at me. Sister Mary Theresa stared at me and said. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Tiffany! But please, if you are going to pray in class, refrain from doing so out loud!"
Right now, the thought that someone had been in my room and had...what? I don't know. I really didn't formalize an opinion, but deep down I'm certain I knew. What were they doing with my panties? Did they see how wet they were? Were they thinking of me? Regardless of the answers, I felt that familiar need. It was almost like someone had caught me being naughty. Like they were watching me! Just like... like Christina Kennedy!
Hmmm...was she excited by watching me? My hand traveled down my left breast. Christina Kennedy...nineteen, blonde hair, blue eyes. Christina who was always getting into trouble for dress code violations. Just a few weeks ago, she had gotten into trouble for her skirt. The damn thing had been so short that you could see her panties every time she moved. Somehow, she had made it to 3rd period before being pulled out of class and sent home. I remembered seeing those pristine, little white panties up her skirt. Christina had looked at me, saw me staring and smiled. I didn't think anything of it at the time because hell, everyone had been staring. But now that I think about it, I did get myself off in class later that day. Hmmmm, I had never been with another girl before. The idea was exciting. Christina was certainly pretty. Kind of a loner. She always had a mischievous look on her face, like she knew some joke the rest of us didn't get. High firm breasts, long legs and tight little body. My nipples were so hard it was almost painful, pinching one, sent bolts of electricity shooting right down between my legs. I gasped at the feeling. I imagined Christina watching me get off. Her hands travelling up her legs. Slipping up under her skirt. My own hands pulled and pushed my leggings down to my knees.
My damp panties from earlier were still in my hand and the wetness of my current ones had me wondering if I should just stop wearing panties all together. My hand slipped under my waistband, my fingers heading lower and then, naughty little digit that it was, my pointer finger was inside of me. Was Christina this wet? Hell did other girls ever get this wet? I was dripping. What did her pussy look like? What did it smell like? How did it taste? I brought my used panties from earlier up to my face and inhaled. I imagined it was Christina's pussy that I could smell...I could feel my approaching orgasm as I imagined kneeling down between her thighs. We would slowly kiss, our tongues dancing together as she held the back of my head. My fingers were rubbing circles on my clit, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She would become insistent and would push my head down until my face was between her legs. Then she would lift up her skirt revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. With a moan she would shove my face into her pussy. Oh god I was going to cum. My fingers moved faster. I imagined eating Christina's pussy until she came all over my face. "I'm gonna cum Tiffany. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face!" At the same time that my fantasy Christina came...I did. My juices soaking through my panties...running down my legs. My eyes closed and my breathing was shallow and quick. I was lightheaded. Damn I needed that. My eyes slowly regained focus.
Standing in the middle of my room, a pair of wet panties in one hand and my other hand inside of a pair of wet panties, I had an idea. The final piece of the puzzle you could say. There were presently only 2 people in the house. My Mother and my brother. If it wasn't just my imagination, it had to have been one of them. Mom was in her office working and John was in his room. I had a brief vision of Mom gathering my clothes up to take them to the laundry. Then seeing my panties and noticing how wet they were, she brings them to her face and sniffs them just like I did. I shook my head nope; more likely she got a phone call and dropped the clothes right where they were in order to take it. Hmmm possible, I guess. Didn't seem to fit though. John? My brother was slightly shy. A tad bit nerdy. Kind of quiet and self-effacing. Innocent. I couldn't see him doing it either. John had just turned 18, had gotten some new video games for his birthday and had been spending a lot of time thieving autos or killing zombies or zombies thieving autos. Something like that. I quickly changed clothes again. Grabbing up all of my clothes except for my panties, I threw them in the laundry. The panties I had been wearing while masturbating to thoughts of my blonde classmate, were so wet and smelled so strongly of my pussy I figured they would be perfect for my purposes. I left them right in the middle of my floor. The other pair I laid on top of my clothes in the laundry room.
In my bedside table junk drawer was an old video camera. Years ago, I had asked to be given the old camcorder, that had pretty much been made obsolete by cell phone technology. For weeks I had made a pest of myself recording everybody and everything, every little aspect of our lives recorded and observed. However, the adolescent dreams of becoming a famous movie director only lasted a couple of weeks. The camcorder made its way to the closet, only coming out on holiday's, birthdays or sleepovers. Then once I got my own cell phone, was relegated to exile in the junk drawer.
Pulling it out, I turned it on. Or at least tried to, it was dead. I looked at it for a moment, at a loss for how to do what I wanted without it dying on me. It stared back at me in silent reproach, as if to say this is all your fault. I spent years in obscurity. Unused. Unwanted. Now I get my revenge! Ha ha ha! I pulled the charger out of the drawer. Shit!
I took the camera over to my desk and plugged it in. It worked perfectly! Five minutes later I had it all ready. I covered everything but the lens and set it to record. Stepping back, I surveyed my trap. You could see it but only if you were looking for it and you wouldn't know it was recording unless you moved stuff around. And really? Who uses video cameras anymore?
"Excellent work Watson! Now, when the fiendish perpetrator penetrates the premises to pinch my panties we shall pounce."
Sorry about that. I really am.
I spent the rest of the day hanging out with friends. Strangely and most likely due to my lesbian fantasies from earlier, I found myself mentally undressing them. I wondered what kind of panties they were wearing? What did their pussies look like? What did they smell and taste like? I wondered how why we had never experimented with each other? By the time I got home I had ruined another pair of panties.
As soon I closed the door to my room I halted. My panties were still laying where I had left them and try as I might I couldn't tell if they had been moved. Nor could I tell if anyone had been in my room. That alien presence from earlier just didn't exist. Sighing, I decided to get ready for bed before I viewed, what was most likely an empty recording.
Lying in bed in just an oversized t-shirt. I accessed the footage. As I said, my panties were still soaked from all my sapphic thoughts earlier, but I was protesting changing them. For one, I was running low and for another I didn't want my mother getting suspicious with all my underwear showing up in the wash. I could have gone without I guess but then I was afraid I was going to soak my shirt.
Everything on the recorder ended up on a sim card and there was over 4 hours of it. Sigh! Not expecting too much I started to fast forward through it, but not even 20 minutes into it, my bedroom door opened. "Ah ha Watson! At last, the criminal mastermind shall be unmasked!" John walked into my room. A quick nervous glance around, I guess he wanted to make sure I didn't pop out of the closet or from under the bed and then he headed straight for my panties. Scooping them off the floor he turned them out and brought the crotch to his face.