Mel was so happy – he had asked Sandra, whom he had always fancied, for a date, and she had accepted. They had arranged to meet and go together to the disco, and he was now waiting for her to arrive.
When she did he was over the moon! Gone was the college uniform which made every girl look sexless. She was wearing a very tight tank-top, and a very short leather mini-skirt which emphasized her long legs.
But it was when in the disco that he realized how she had dressed just for him. Although they had danced together for about half the night, it was when one of his pals from college dared ask her for a dance, and Mel had agreed on condition it was only the once, that he saw what everyone else had been looking at all night. When Sandra twirled around, and she seemed to be doing this far more than she had done when he was her partner, her tiny skirt flared out to show a miniscule white thong, scarcely there at all at the back, and only just there in front!
So, when she and her partner came back off the floor, no-one was more surprised than Mel when she turned to him and softly said, so as not to be overheard, "I hope you enjoyed what I was showing. I'm wearing them especially for you. And if you are good, I will let you see the inside of them later."
Mel nearly shot off there and then at the thought. She was practically inviting him to take them off for her.
"When shall we leave, then?" he asked her, to which came her reply, "Any time you like. Mum and Dad are out until midnight. Do you want to see me home?"
To cut the story short they left almost straight away after that, and as they walked up to her front door she saucily asked him, "Do you want to come in for a cup of coffee or something? Especially something?"
"Did you mean what you said to me at the disco?" he asked her as he followed her inside.
"What did I say?" she laughed, although her expression told him that she remembered full well what she had said.
Mel, slightly embarrassed, but nevertheless feeling he was getting somewhere with Sandra, blurted out, "You said I could see the insides of your knickers!"
Her answer was to say, "Well come upstairs to my bedroom. But I want to see you take yours out first!"
Mel was now overjoyed, and could not follow her upstairs fast enough, even though his eyes were glued to the tight gusset between her legs, so discernable under the tiny skirt as she led the way.
As Sandra entered the bedroom she flopped backwards on to the bed, drawing her feet onto the bed as well, and obscenely parting her knees to display the tiny strip of white which ran between her legs.
Mel stared, until Sandra brought him back to earth and said, "Go on. You have to take yours out first!"
With no more ado Mel unzipped and almost gave a sigh of relief as his stiff cock was released from its tight confines. Sandra stared hard, the reached out to grasp it, expertly rubbing it, before bending forwards to encircle it in her mouth.
A few sucks, though, and she suddenly said "Enough for now. I don't want you coming too soon. Now, do you want to see the insides of my knickers? If you do, you will have to take them off first!"
No hesitation from Mel this time. He roughly grasped her waist and tugged the wisp of cloth right down to her ankles, Sandra brazenly parting her knees once more as he tugged them off one ankle to reveal her wet hole, sparsely covered with her fine downy hair, her pussy lips plainly visible to his gawking eyes.
"If you would rather touch me there than look inside my knickers you can do," she said, simply. Mel immediately leaned over and tentatively put his fingers to where the lips were just parted and to where he could make out the hint of her pee-hole.
Sandra moved swiftly as he touched her, and once more she grasped him, pulling him onto the bed with her as her mouth once more clamped onto his rigid cock. Quickly he started to push and soon had two fingers right inside the tight hole. This only served to ensure that Sandra gave even more suction to her mouth, until with a final effort she managed to bring him right to the brink, whereupon her spurted his cum right into her mouth, for she seemed determined to drain him of every drop, with no effort to pull away. But with some alarm they heard the front door – it was her parents returning home. Quick as a flash Sandra had donned her knickers and was endeavoring to make herself look tidy and innocent, as they heard her mother call from downstairs, "Sandra, dear, we have to go back for a minute – we've left my handbag at your aunt's. It will only take us a few minutes!"
With a sigh of relief the two of them made themselves decent, and as soon as they heard the car go away Mel sped downstairs whilst Sandra prepared for bed, where she would pretend she had been for some time.
Next day in college, though, Mel was sitting next to Sandra as Miss Sheldon led the discussion on English Literature. The rest of the form sensed that something was different about Mel and Sandra, as they did not usually sit together.
Somehow, though, they betrayed their own feelings, for Miss Sheldon suddenly pounced on them for not paying attention. And they had not. Mainly because Mel was already feeling up Sandra again by sliding his hand inside her regulation knickers.
But Miss Sheldon had noticed something. "Mel," she said. "Come here."
