Cal Caught Sniffing Panties

The car slowed to a rolling stop in front of the gently illuminated house, creating a faint crunching sound as the wheels crushed loose pavement. That decelerating sensation was enough to wake Cal up from his light nap in the passenger seat.

"Hey, we're here dude," said Jason from behind the sedan's wheel. Cal groggily sat up and looked out the window.

The stucco house was sizable, a contrast to Cal's own modest hometown residence in Colorado. Its front lawn was decorated with gravel, cacti, and various other desert plants. Cal raised an eyebrow, impressed.

"Let's gooooo," Cal whooped, opening the car door and painfully lifting himself up into the warm California night air. His legs were stiff from the 10 hour drive Jason and he had just completed.

Cal and Jason had been thrown together by chance as roommates at the dorms of Colorado State University this Fall, and had become fast friends, bonding over their mutual interests. They even had the same favorite band, which was the central reason of their road trip.

This weekend was a three day weekend at school, and the Death Mallets, Jason and Cal's prog rock/metal heroes, were playing in LA at a venue not far from Jason's childhood home. The two boys planned a trip as soon as they saw tickets on sale. As a bonus, Jason's parents were out of town so they would have the house to themselves. Or so Cal thought.

The two tired friends walked into the house, laden with luggage.

"Hey loser!" called an unfamiliar voice. "You ready to party?" The slender girl confidently strode around the corner to greet and subsequently punch Jason in the arm. Jason feigned pain playfully.

Cal's heart leapt as he recognized the tattooed girl as Jason's older sister Lizzy. The two had never met, but Cal had secretly looked at her more provocative posts on social media, and had fantasized about her more than once. To make matters worse (or better depending on how you look at it), she was dressed only in short water shorts and a bikini top. Her hair and body were wet, making it obvious that she had been swimming or hot tubbing. Apparently she was also taking advantage of the empty house while Jason's parents were on vacation.

"And who's this?" She said, turning to face Cal, looking up at him with a swaggering glance. Cal swallowed, a bit flustered.

"Oh yeah, this is Cal!" Jason interjected. "My concert buddy."

"Nice," she replied, throwing a final casual glance at Cal, making his heart flutter once more. After a few more remarks with Jason, she turned and left out the sliding door to the back patio, where another attractive girl, presumably Lizzy's friend, was waiting in a hot tub. Cal tried to covertly follow her with his eyes, admiring her legs and ass. He looked away soon after, not wanting to be seen by Jason or Lizzy or her friend.

The two boys unpacked, and then lounged on the spacious living room's couch. Cal hoped to see more of Lizzy, but she didn't return from outside.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Jason asked as Cal pulled out his laptop from his backpack at his feet.

"I have to work on a paper," Cal said disdainfully.

"Yuck."

"I know," Cal agreed.

"Well, I'm pretty hungry, and nothing good is in the fridge. What say you to me picking up a pizza while you work on your paper here?" Jason offered.

"That works," Cal said distractedly, looking at his screen. "I'll pay you back."

"You'd better," Jason teased.

Once Jason was out the door, Cal tried to work on his paper. He really tried. But he kept hearing the distant laughs of Lizzy and her friend in the backyard and he desperately wanted a peek at the two in their bikinis. He scooted to the side of the couch closer to the window to see if he could steal a glance.

Luckily, the girls were turned away from him. Lizzy's friend was waist deep in the water, sitting on the inner step. Lizzy herself was seated on the concrete cavity's lip, dangling her calves into the bubbling tub. Her shorts were off now, allowing Cal to see her ass cheeks peeking out from her bikini bottom. He stared at the way her ass cushioned her elegantly poised frame for a moment. He took in her smooth and toned back, decorated with her draped red-dyed hair cascading down her neck. He looked away, heart pumping and genitals tingling. He was starstruck.

There was no way he could work on his paper now. He had far too little blood in his brain. And he couldn't approach the girls! He was a couple years younger, awkward, and temporarily alone without his friend Jason. He suddenly had a craving.

Cal had a panty-sniffing fetish. He had always been driven crazy by a woman's scent, and it dawned on him that he had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: Lizzy's panties were probably here. His internet crush's panties were here in the real world! And no-one else would be for at least 20 minutes or so.

Before he could reason with himself, despite the million things that could go wrong, he made the rash decision to go hunting for Lizzy's spare underwear.

It wasn't hard to find the room where the girls were staying. It was upstairs, and marked with rumpled blankets on the bed and open suitcases overflowing with clothes and toiletries. Cal made his way over to the suitcase, rifling through what looked like worn clothes.

Jackpot! A cute pink thong that made Cal thrill as he picked up the soft article. Of course Lizzy would wear something this sexy. He found that sweet spot on the fabric where Lizzy's pussy had undoubtedly been and sheepishly raised it to his nose. He drew in a deep breath.

His senses were immediately overwhelmed with Lizzy's pungent scent. His eyes rolled back and his cock twitched reflexively, overcome with the ambrosia-like pheromones. He took another depraved inhale. And another. And another, all the while subconsciously touching his cock over his pants. He was already at a maximum erection.

His ecstasy was interrupted by a panic-inducing sound: footfalls ascending the stairs. Cal dropped the panties in dread and took his hand away from its compromising position. But it was too late. Lizzy was right outside the door and there was nowhere to hide.

Lizzy rounded the corner with a yelp of fright at Cal's unexpected presence.

"What are you doing in my room?" She exclaimed.

"I... I..." Cal stuttered.

"What?" She said impatiently. Then she glanced down at the panties on the floor. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, clearly in shock. "Are... are you some kind of pervert?"

"No, I-" Cal tried to protest. She bent down to pick up the panties.

"Just what do you think you were doing with these?" She demanded, dangling the panties in front of Cal's helpless face. Then it dawned on her. "Aww, were you... sniffing them?"

All Cal could do was nod abashedly.

"Ewwww." She degraded. She considered the situation for a moment, with Cal standing there anxiously.

"You know, it makes sense that you're a panty sniffing loser. My damn brother and his friends" She mused, looking confrontationally at Cal, who despite his conundrum, still had trouble not staring at her bikini-clad body.

"What should I do with you?" She asked rhetorically, circling around Cal now, teasing him with this new power dynamic. She was now flaunting her body and daring him to keep staring with her swaying movements. "Hmmmm."

"Maybe I should smother you with these panties," she suggested, suddenly bringing her panty-filled hand up, covering Cal's face and gripping his nose and mouth. He made a muffled whimper beneath the fabric.

To be continued...