I opened the door to Megan's bedroom. It was empty, of course. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn't help my self. I was a horny, 19-year-old boy in a house on my own, is it really a surprise that I might be up to no good?
Megan has been dating one of my best friends for about five years now and we're really close bunch of friends. For the last three months we've been sharing a house together. Josh and Megan have always been great friends to me and as far as they are aware, I am to them.
The truth is, I’m not a great friend. I try to be but I can’t help myself. Megan is beautiful, she's just my type. Short and petite, not skinny but a great little curvy figure. A brunette with deep brown eyes.
This particular day after I was bored, I was floating around the house and found my self in the master bedroom, Josh and Megan's room.
In the corner of the room was Megan’s dirty laundry hamper and lead on top was a lace pink thong. I couldn’t resist picking up the sexy garment, which I knew had fairly recently been cupping her most intimate body part.
In the crotch of the garment, moisture from her pussy had dried to form a perfect mould of her crack in the delicate pink fabric. I brought the crotch of the thong to my nose and inhaled. The smell was magical, the fresh smell of pure sex.
My cock burst to life, the smell of Megan’s juices rushed through my body. Knowing it was such a private smell, something I wasn’t entitled to enjoy, made it feel so wrong but so exciting.
I put the panties in my pocket so I could fully focus my concentration on what other goodies might be in the hamper. After digging down a little, through the layers of clothes waiting to be laundered, I found a pair of smooth, black, silky full-back panties. I lifted them to my face and put them to the test, they didn’t smell as fresh as the thong but they felt and looked great and turned me on all the same.
I pushed the black panties in my pocket too and headed to my bedroom. As soon as the door had closed behind me, I had dropped my jeans, my cock was already rock hard.
I took Megan’s soft black panties and wrapped them around my cock. A rush of pleasure ran through my body, feeling the fabric which had been rubbing against Megan's beautiful body it felt so good, I almost came straight away.
I started slowly rubbing the soft crotch up and down the length of my cock, the fabric soaked in her juices. I continued to wank with the panties in hand while my other hand lifted the fresh pink thong to my face.
I took a deep breath filtered through the dried juices from Megan's pussy. The combination of Meg’s panties on my cock and the scent of her filling my head was so intense. It didn't take long for me to near climax. As I stroked closer to completion, I lowered the thong to my mouth and sucked in the the crotch. My mouth was filled with the forbidden flavour of my friend's pussy. It was too much for me, I came as soon as her juices hit the back of my throat with the vision of my hot friend in my head.
I shot my load, being careful not to get any cum on the black panties, I didn’t want to be found out. Checking the coast was clear I went back to Meg’s room and put the panties back exactly where I had found them and from that afternoon on I was hooked.
I had a new hobby, whenever I had the opportunity arose I would masturbate using Megan’s most private garments. Over the next six months I got to know the contents of Megan’s underwear drawer pretty well.
This carried on until I moved away to university but luckily I could fuel my addiction as I came back to visit most weekends and guess where I stayed when I did... you guessed it, Josh and Megan's place.
So every Saturday morning while Meg was at work, I once again had full access to her panties. It was good for a while, but it wasn't enough. This is where I take my behaviour to a new low. You see, I soon got bored of the situation, I needed panties throughout the week which is why I stole my first pair from Megan.
I just couldn’t help my self, they were so addictive and after two weeks without a single sniff of Megan’s pussy they smelt great. My gift to myself, a mouthwatering, white, lace thong. I had never seen them before which made me think they were new or at least saved for special occasions, for this reason alone I knew I should now have taken them, she was obviously going to get suspicious when she realised her best new panties were missing… may be she did but she didn’t say anything to me about. I took my new panties back to uni with me, wrapped them up in an air tight bag to keep them fresh and maximise the number of wanks I would get out of them.
The next Saturday morning I raided Megan’s hamper as usual and once again I really wanted to take a little souvenir with me. I waited till she went to work on Saturday morning, hearing the front door close I made my way in to her bedroom for a sniff and a wank.
I was still feeling a little guilty about taking such a nice pair of panties last time, so I went for something a little plainer. I knew they were old, I had sniffed them before. She'd had this cute pink cotton thong for a while, it had a little kitten on the front - they would last me for the next few weeks.
What made this cute little pair even more exciting was that Meg was wearing them last night at the pub, they would occasionally rise and appear over the top of her jeans, something I always looked out for.
There didn’t seem to be anything else of interest in the hamper but then I noticed two pairs of thongs which had fallen down the back of the hamper. There was a red satin pair and a plain black thong, both recently worn judging by the white marks in the crotch. I was already hard at just the thought of playing with these delights.
I unzipped my jeans and my cock sprang out. I knelt down in front of the hamper and laid the black thong on the floor. I wrapped the satin panties around my stiff cock, they felt cool and sexy against my skin. I slowly started rubbing my cock with the smooth red crotch of Megan’s panties. I lifted the cute pink panties to my nose, the exciting aroma caused me to quicken my pace, the scent of Megan’s sex filled my head. Just as I got in to full swing I heard Megan’s voice from behind me.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I didn’t know what to do, I removed the panties from my face and cock, and pushed them away from me on the floor towards the hamper along with the black thong, all the time trying to shield my actions from Megan with my body. All I could think to say was "nothing."
Nothing? I was kneeling down on the floor in front of Megan’s dirty laundry hamper with my back to her, unable to turn around and answer her because my dick was hanging out of my jeans and she would see the pile of panties I was trying to hide. Plus my face was as red as the satin panties.
I tried to stuff my erection back in to my jeans as Megan walked round to face me just in time to see me zip up my flies, a modest but noticeable bulge still visible in the front of my jeans. At this point she also saw the three pairs of panties pushed up against the side of the hamper in my poor attempt to try and hide them.
"Were you stealing more of my underwear?!" Megan asked angrily.
"No, I wasn’t going to take them" I replied, now on my feet still with a visible bulge in my jeans.
Megan looked at me confused and said "what are you doing with them then?"
"Nothing," I lied.
Megan wasn't convinced, "I know you’ve been stealing my underwear and I’ve caught you red handed, I want to know what the fuck you do with them!"
How could I get out of this one? All I could say was "sorry, I can’t help it".
Another angry question came from Megan, "how many have you stolen from me?"
I lied, "I wasn’t going to steal them."
"Maybe not this time," she said, "but you have before. What do you want them for? Do you wear them?"
I had to answer or she would think the worst, I didn't wear them and Meg was angry, she meant business. "I just find them sexy," I mumbled.
"But why do you want the dirty ones?" she asked sounding a little repulsed.
I stayed silent and just stared at the floor, I couldn’t confess this. Megan sat on the bed in front of me and even in this situation I tried to get a peek up her skirt at her panties.
"Why do you take my underwear and what do you do with them? You’re not leaving this room until you tell me" and she was serious.
I confessed, "I just smell them. I like the smell. I’m really sorry but I just can’t help it."
"Show me!!" she demanded but surely I didn’t hear right, "what?"
"Show me what you do with my underwear," Megan ordered.
I picked up the pink panties and held them to my nose. Megan must have seen the bulge in my jeans double in size.
Then came the next question, the one I was dreading "what were you doing with the red ones?"
"I was just looking at them," I weakly said.
She knew I was lying, "no! you had your dick out! Undo your jeans and show me what you were doing!"
I felt shamed as I reached for the red panties. I unfastened my jeans and tried to keep my cock hidden from Megan's view by covering it instantly with the panties. This was embarrassing enough, I didn't want to have to expose myself to Megan too.
I started wanking - slowly, feebly and under duress. Several strokes in, my cock was rock hard and I was getting comfortable, as I relaxed I started to realise how incredibly turned on I was by this situation. I was now just worried that I was going to blow my load in less than thirty seconds.
I was still knelt on the floor in front of Megan where I had been caught. I looked up at Meg's pretty face as I took in a deep breath of her scent. Could this be any better? The intoxicating smell of the pink panties on my face, the feeling of the smooth satin on my cock and of course my stunningly gorgeous friend watching me pleasure my self.
To my amazement it did get better. After a few more strokes of my cock, Megan who was still sat on the bed, slowly spread her legs revealing the see through red thong she was wearing. I couldn’t believe it, she was just sat there, legs wide open with her panty clad pussy in full view as I jacked off using her panties.
Megan was sat about four feet away from me but I came so hard that I still managed to hit her left leg. My orgasm was intense and I wanted to collapse but Megan hasn't finished with me. For the first time since she caught me in her room, Meg smiled. She grinned at me and rubbed her hand over the front of her panty covered pussy and said "do you like these panties?"
"Yes," I told her, "they are one of my favourites of yours."
I almost fainted when I heard what Megan had to say next, "come and have a sniff then."
I crawled over to Megan and positioned myself between her legs, I could see her moisture seeping through the front of thin red fabric. I pushed my nose up against her wet mound and took a deep breath and enjoyed for the first time the scent of Megan’s pussy in the flesh.
I was so close I couldn’t hold my self back, I tentatively licked the damp patch on Megan’s panties, she didn't seem to mind and let out a little moan. I took this as permission and continued to lick her pussy through her thong, occasionally sucking the fabric in to my mouth to fully savour her sweet nectar.
Meg placed her hand on my forehead and pushed me away for just long enough for her pull her panties aside. There was the pussy I'd craved for so long, just inches from my face. I kissed her glistening slit, feeling her wet warmth on my lips.
I started to lick up and down, gently teasing the lips of her pussy, slowly working my way in until suddenly she squirmed as my tongue met her clit for the first time. I gently sucked her in to my mouth and flicked my tongue over her most sensitive spot, her breathing became hard and fast and she let out a moan.
I thrust my tongue in to her wet open pussy and began to fuck her pussy with my tongue. Her moans become more intense, so soft and sweet, it made me want her more. I explored every crease of her pussy with my tongue.
I wanted to taste more, I started to lick Meg’s clit hard and fast, at the same time I easily pushed two fingers inside her wet opening and began to finger fuck her. It didn't take long before Megan’s body straighten and her pussy tighten around my fingers then the jackpot, the delicious juices I love so much gushed out on to my tongue and in to my waiting mouth.
She fell back on to the bed panting as I licked the last drops of her sweetness from her pussy. After she got her breath back, Megan took off the red thong and handed it to me and said "get out of my room, if I ever catch you in here again I’ll kill you."
I went back to the my old room, now the guest room. I closed the door, I was in shock, unable to believe what had just happened to me, I heard Megan go in to the bathroom and then a few minutes later leave for work again. I waited until she had gone until I ventured out of my room again and headed back to uni for the week with my new red thong in my bag.
Throughout the week there was no mention of what had occurred, I came to visit the next weekend as normal. The three of us spent the day together. everything was normal, apart from one thing, under my pillow that night was a freshly worn thong, a new pair too.
From then on, each week I would find a gift under the pillow. I would always make good use of it, some weeks I would take a pair back home with me, occasionally I brought a pair back and placed them back under the pillow for her to wear again. Our little panty trading secret has been going on for almost a year now, we never talked about it since that day she caught me in her bedroom.
