Although they were both rather asocial people in general, the knowledge that it would be a long time before they would see each other again made it hard to say good-bye. Li stood there, watching as BJ got in line and went through the security checkpoints, and remained until he disappeared beyond the machines and people.
The drive home felt strangely lonesome. Normally, it was her mini-vacation, the only time she was really alone. Instead of enjoying it, she sat in silence, her mind full of thoughts of BJ. "You're turning into such a girl," she finally muttered to herself before turning on the radio.
Li didn't know it yet, but BJ had gone home with her cum soaked panties in his luggage. He wasn't sure how she'd react if she knew, but he couldn't resist. After her shower the following morning, she'd tossed her undies into the laundry. Normally, he was still asleep, but he'd noticed she always showered early in the morning. So he'd snuck into the laundry room when nobody was around and grabbed them.
Only one of BJ's roommates was home when he got back. He took his bag into his room and opened it on his bed. Everything smelled like Li. He didn't wear cologne or use products with fragrance, so it was easy for her perfume and natural scent to cling to his things. Her thong was releasing the smell of her and it seemed to gradually take over his room.
He'd meant to put it in a Ziploc bag or something, but instead he found himself standing there, staring blankly at it as he thought of her. The scent of it moved over him like a seductive fog. Although he'd planned on unpacking, putting his things away, grabbing something to eat, and playing a game, instead he thought of Li.
It was kind of weird to him that she was his girlfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man in five years, and not because nobody had been interested. A lot of guys had been attracted to her, but after dealing with some horrible and unusual tragedies, she'd been determined never to be in a romantic relationship again. He didn't get why he was so special. Li thought it was "hot" when BJ rambled about things he'd learned back in school when he was getting his degree, while most girls thought it was boring. Most girls wanted quality time to be something extravagant or romantic in the way movies often are... Li was happy to curl up with him while he read her comic books and used different voices for the characters. She was a sweet girl and he still didn't understand how her ex could have treated her so badly. He hoped that eventually, she would feel completely safe and comfortable with him.
As he'd stood there, thinking of her, his dick had gotten hard. He picked up her thong, pressing it to his face. Its sweet scent filled his lungs and he thought about the feel of her soft hands on him. He thought about the way it had felt to have her slapping his balls. He dropped down onto his knees, in the middle of the room, still inhaling the smell of her pussy. He remembered the way it tasted as he licked her fingers, and he put them into his mouth to see if the taste was still there, trapped in the cotton.
It wasn't strong, but it was there. He suddenly remembered that he'd promised to call her when he got home. She'd insisted on it, saying she wanted to know that he was okay. So sweet. He groped for his cell phone and called.
"Hi, Pookie." She answered with a cheerful tone. "How was your flight?" BJ stumbled through his words, and she could tell immediately that something was wrong. It took her a minute or so to figure out what it was. "Ah... BJ, are you on your knees?" She knew he got on his knees when he needed to handle his business.
"Yea..." he said answered.
"What got you... excited?" Li asked curiously.
"Just thinking of you, and how sweet you are... and what we did," he answered, carefully omitting the part about the scrap of cloth he was clutching to his face.
"Aww... I miss you, BJ." She purred into the phone. He could hear her moving around, puttering through something.
"What... what are you doing? It's noisy." BJ was easily put off by noise.
"Getting my little friend," she responded. She got onto the bed and turned on her vibrator. He could faintly hear its hum.
"You're going to use 'BOB'?" He asked, a little more turned on. "Why?"
"Thinking of you over there on your knees, stroking your little dick, fantasizing about us... that's pretty hot," she replied. She loved the mental image this produced for her. She would have to make him jack off for her one day. Maybe he could shoot all over her chest and lick it off.
"Stroking my little dick?" he said, starting to do it, a little Vaseline on his hand. He applied more so she could hear him, knowing how she enjoyed the sounds. She moaned for him.
"Yea... on your knees, in front of me." She said, setting a scene. "I'm using my vibrator- not BOB, a new one. A bigger one."
"Bigger?" he whined, stroking faster. He loved thinking of her using something large on herself. His other hand started to drop as he got distracted. He immediately brought the lace trimmed cotton back to his face, inhaling deeply.
"Definitely bigger. Maybe I'll name it Big BOB. Long and thick, and maybe the kind that looks real. A realistic black vibrator." BJ groaned, imagining her sliding this large black toy into her. "Mmm, it's stretching me all out. When you fuck me, my pussy will be so stretched out, I won't even be able to feel your pathetic little dick."
"All stretched out?" he panted. His hand moved faster, and she could hear the delicious sound of it.
"Oh, yea... I'm getting all big and loose from this huge thing. You'll never be able to satisfy me now. You'll just have to take care of yourself while I use my vibrator."
"But what about me?" he whimpered. "Don't I get to fuck you?"
