I came down the cellar stairs to see her sitting on the edge of my bed, a purple satin thong hanging from the index finger of her right hand. "Rune, what the fuck?" She asked. "Are you some kind of sissy?" I put my backpack down and took a step towards her. "Stay right where you are, you sick fuck," She spat. "I want answers, and you'd better tell me the truth or I will post my little "Look what I found whilst snooping in his room video" on every platform you've ever heard of."
I gulped and took a moment. Her eyes burned scarily. "Are they yours?"
"Kind of..."
"What the fuck does that mean?" She said angrily.
"I borrowed them. So I didn't buy them. But I never got a chance to return them."
"Why did you need to borrow them? Did you need to wear them? To satisfy some panty wearing fetish? Or was this to jerk off into like some perverted trophy cum rag?" I looked at the small handful of cloth that hung from her outstretched finger and sighed. That fucking little...thing, had cost me so much pain. "Oh, this must be good." She chuckled evilly. "Whose were they?"
"My sister's..."
Her eyes widened. "You sick fuck! Which one..." She hesitated a split second before repeating "Which one was it? Wear or jerk?"
I backed myself to the steps and sat down. This was going to take some time.
"I needed them for a little of all the above. But it wasn't just that simple. I took them to get revenge."
She smiled at me and put out her hand. "I want to see you in these. Strip and put them on."
It was more of an order than a simple request.
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Becca had come up to me about a month into the semester. I'd seen her round here and there on campus. She was always surrounded by a small entourage, her golden trusses of hair flying this direction and that. I'd tried not to stare, but had repeatedly ended up making eye contact with her before forcing myself to look elsewhere.
On this one particular day she excused herself from her posse and headed towards me. I was going over my economics notes and, whilst I was a little petrified, I welcomed the distraction.
"Hi!" She said, pulling her hair up in a ponytail and fastening it with a hair tie that seemed to have appeared from no where. "You were going to ask me out but haven't quite got around to it yet. How about lunch tomorrow at that sandwich place, the one over near the Commerce building. 1pm sounds good." He brown eyes shone sexily. Her high cheekbones, little nose and sun drenched skin, framed with pulled back hair, completed the image that would reside in my spank bank for years to come.
"Sure." I replied as confidently as I could, despite the instant hard on that tented my shorts under the table. And with that, she spun on the spot and walked back to her friends, her tiny ass cheeks hinting from the bottom of her running shorts. She darted a smile back at me as she made it to her friends, causing me to blush and my dick to pulse and harden even further.
'Did that really just happen?' I thought, looking around me. No one even registered I was here and that I'd just hit the jackpot.
It was at lunch, over chicken wraps, that I found out her name was Becca. She had come straight from the gym and apologized for being dressed as such. Seeing her pert boobs encased in her neon green sports bra and her lower torso covered in what looked like 'spray on' black leggings, was certainly no issue, apart from the raging hard on I sported as we ate. Things were not helped by the cute dimples that formed on her cheeks as she ate.
She was two years into her communications major and, by the sounds of it, a pretty mean soccer player and before that, a nationally ranked volleyball player. She was also pretty determined to get what she wanted in life. Her parents were hard working farming folk on some land about two hours further west from the campus. She hoped to land a job with one of the big multinationals on the east coast but still had a dream of making a name for herself in soccer.
She said she had seen me around and liked my blonde hair and green eyes from the first time she saw me. It certainly wasn't my height, or muscles, that caught her attention. At five foot four and 113 pounds, I never looked like some manly sort of guy. I looked like a teenage girl.
As we parted for the day she leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips, pulled back from me and smiled. I would have gone off to my next lecture happy with that, but was entranced when she came back in and grabbed hold of me and pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue snaking in to find mine, her pelvis pushing into mine. Her lips were warm and she tasted sweet. I dreamed of her that night.
When we met up late the next day at the Library, she greeted me excitedly with a warm kiss and, after a study session with Simone and Kaycie, two of her team mates, we went for frozen yogurt, holding hands as we walked, and she talked excitedly about her morning. She talked, and I listened, spellbound, as she spoke about friends, her family and the farm for over an hour, ignoring her phone notifications, being present in the moment, with me. It was glorious. She only stopped when she glanced at her watch.
"Rune, I've got to go." She said as she stood. "Fuck you are a good listener! I feel like I've got a new bestie!"
I blushed as I stood. She pulled me into a deep kiss. Breaking from it she looked deep into my eyes and then leaned in to my left ear and whispered "A bestie that I want to take home and fuck senseless. But all in good time, ok? I want to take this slow. Trust me though, it will be worth the wait!"
I blushed and tried, unsuccessfully, to adjust my boner. "Looks like you are all ok with that then," She said as she reached down and squeezed my crotch, eliciting a squark from me. She giggled as she grabbed her bag and then pulled me by the hand out onto the street.
She nodded her head eastwards, "I'm off this way. Message me later. I'm flat out tomorrow and Thursday. How about we catch up Friday afternoon? I'll pick you up and take you out to a great mom and pop pasta place I know."
She turned to go and I looked down at her small ass covered by those incredibly tight leggings.
"Like what you see?" she said, startling me. I hadn't realized she had turned her face to look at me. She moved to be front on to me again and I forced my gaze from her tight crotch to her gorgeous face. I could feel my face roasting with a 10/10 blush.
"You're extra cute when you get embarrassed!" she chimed. I stepped towards her and kissed her hard, her mouth accepting my tongue eagerly. She pulled me in and we embraced, oblivious to those around us on the sidewalk. We eventually broke and she turned and headed off again. "Stop staring!" She laughed as she departed.
We traded a few messages that night. They started simple but her final one sent my mind flying.
Becca: BTW I fingered myself thinking about you today. JSYK.
Thursday was a blur. My time was spent mainly dealing with trying to understand my last two maths lectures and make headway on my anthropology investigation. That, and picturing her, as she put her hair up, as she walked in those little running shorts, as she sat in that sports bra and walked away in those leggings. And her what her face looked like as she fingered herself.
I beat myself off twice that day in failed attempts to clear my mind and get some more focus to my study. I tried calling her Thursday night but my call rang out. Given she said she would be busy, I tried not to get to caught up on her not responding. I sent her a good night message and hit the sack, but not before rubbing another one out to the image of her ass in those leggings.
