After Ron and Jessica's messy session at the coffee shop, neither of them heard from one another for nearly a week. Ron spent every waking moment replaying the encounter in his head... the cheeky back-and-forth texts, Jessica's mouth on his bulge in the storage room, the touch of her finger to his sensitive hole, and especially the way Jessica had casually stepped into his creamy thong and pulled it up her legs. He imagined her walking home from the coffee shop, his cum dripping between her legs. He imagined her getting home and stripping down to just her panties before getting out a vibrator and rubbing herself, adding her own cum to his.
Ron's mind ran wild. Sometimes in his imagination she was clean shaven with tantalizing tan lines. Other times he imagined she had a full bush which was drenched with his semen and which made him want to bury his face between her legs and taste her. He hung her blue-and-white striped thong on his bedpost and couldn't stop thinking about it, taking it down every night to press to his face into it, inhaling her smell. He wrapped it around his cock while he masturbated to the thought of Jessica's dripping pussy.
One night after emptying a particularly large load into the gusset of her panties, Ron picked up his phone to text Jessica. He started typing only to realize he didn't know what to say. He had never sent a 'hey, i can't stop thinking about your pussy dripping with my cum and maybe we should try it again sometime' text and wondered if he had taken things too far. They had only met a couple weeks earlier and had only ever spent time tanning together, barely sharing more than a couple sentences. She hadn't texted him either, right? Maybe she finally realized that she didn't like him? Instead of imagining her rubbing her pussy with his cum, his head filled with the image of her rushing home after their coffee shop date and ripping off his cum-soaked thong before throwing it in the garbage and disgustedly showering off his cum. Ron decided that he would let Jessica make the next move, if she wanted to.
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The next Sunday, Ron awoke at around 10 to a text from Jessica.
'Laundry day!' it read. With it, Jessica had attached a photo from inside one of the shared apartment laundry rooms, of a basket of dirty underwear about to go in the wash. And right on the top was a familiar blue-and-white thong. He couldn't quite make out the details, but Ron thought the crotch looked even more in need of a wash than it had before. Maybe his imagination had been right and Jessica had used his panties for her own fun too.
Ron was so relieved he didn't stop and think before he replied. 'You out of clean panties? I can lend you a pair while yours are in the wash.'
'Thanks! That's so nice of you!' replied Jessica. 'I'll be right over.'
Within 30 seconds Ron heard a knock on the door and he left his room to answer it. He didn't have time to panic, nor did he have the brainpower to remember several important pieces of information. First, that he had just gotten out of bed and had morning wood that wasn't really being held up by his black g string. Or second, that Jessica's panties - now crusted with multiple dried loads of his cum - were still hanging on the corner of his bed.
Ron opened the door with what he hoped was a casual "Hey," and Jessica immediately burst into a laugh, spotting his skimpy panties with prominent bulge and balls dangling below. Ron felt his cheeks getting red. He hurriedly stuffed his scrotum back into his tiny thong, now feeling his erection pop out of the top of the triangle of fabric. Jessica laughed even harder and walked into Ron's apartment, leaving him embarrassed by the door.
"Shhh!" said Ron. "My roommate Charles is still asleep in the other room."
"And you don't think he would appreciate *this*" - she gestured towards Ron's dangling cock and balls failing to be contained by his g-string - "whole thing?"
"Haha, very funny. Come on, my room is this way."
Once they were both in his room, Ron shut the door behind him and pulled on a pair of shorts that he found on the floor. Jessica was dressed for a lazy Sunday, in oversized sweats and a t-shirt that made clear she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She sat down on the edge of his bed. "So," said Jessica, "you weren't even going to text me?"
"Well..." stammered Ron. He didn't know whether it was a good idea to explain what had happened the past week, constantly daydreaming about what she had decided to do with his cum-filled panties. He decided that whatever he did, he definitely shouldn't tell this beautiful girl on his bed that he had hung her thong on his bedpost and jacked off into it every day of the past week. Suddenly he remembered! It was still there! What an idiot he was for inviting Jessica into his bedroom and for forgetting to put away the evidence of his week of masturbating. "I guess I was trying to make sure you were still interested in spending time with me."
Jessica, who was sure that she *did* want to spend more time with Ron, took that as a cue to make herself more comfortable. She laid down on Ron's bed and rested her head on his pillow. The hem of her shirt lifted up and gave Ron a peek of her bare midriff, making his cock stiffen against his will. Her eyes drifted upwards and caught sight of her thong, flying like a crusty cum-covered blue-and-white striped flag on the corner of Ron's bed.
"Aww, what an honor," said Jessica unable to contain her laughter. "I didn't realize your bedroom was in the country of Jessthonglandia!"
