I was really surprised to hear Valerie's voice on the phone. We hadn't spoken since she surprised me during the first week back of the winter semester. My mind went directly to the memory of her riding on top of me; only wearing her silk, green, panties, grinding them on my cock. Her pussy getting them wet as my throbbing cock was nearly enveloped by them. This is a memory I will never forget. This is what started my panty fetish. I grew instantly hard when I heard Valerie's voice.
I was also surprised at how excited I was to hear from her. It was very easy chatting with Valerie. She immediately asked if I was having any "fun" with anyone. I found it so easy to tell her all about Catherine. I even told her about Amrita, who I met right after Valerie left. Valerie laughed when I told her how I've become obsessed with panties after she left hers for me.
"Oh good! That's why I left them!" She laughed sounding excited. "I'm glad I had some effect on you."
I told her all of my panty exploits: stealing Catherine's; getting Amrita to leave me hers; cumming all over Catherine's pantyhose, and even using hers and others to masturbate with.
Valerie thought all this was great and I found myself really wanting to see her. "Why don't we get together next weekend?" I inquired; "You only live a couple hours away and I can make an excuse to leave for the weekend."
"No, that would not be a good idea." Valerie told me; "Your going out with Catherine and it sounds like you've got a good thing with her."
Valerie was of course right, but I was a little surprised at how quick she shot down my offer of getting together. We weren't exclusive when we were fucking, but she obviously respects the idea of being monogamous.
Valerie and I chatted for a while longer. She was back living at her parents home, and she enrolled in a local community college for next September. In the meantime she was working as a waitress and bartender. She told me she had a big "reality check" after getting kicked out of school.
Time flew by during our conversation, it was getting late and I had to go to bed. When I last saw Valerie, and she left me her panties, I wasn't sure if I'd see her again. Now I was sure I would see her.
I felt a like a jerk after asking Valerie to get together, but strangely not for betraying Catherine. I felt worse that I assumed Valerie would get together. I suddenly didn't want Valerie to think that I only thought of her as a fuck buddy. This conversation obviously made me realize I had more feelings towards Valerie than I realized I had.
I found myself having trouble sleeping. I shouldn't of asked Valerie to get together, but I also really missed fucking. I should be happy that Catherine was now sucking me off, and after last night, she showed she obviously enjoyed the feel of my cock rubbing against her, and she didn't mind me cumming all over her panties. I decided I shouldn't get to bent out of shape that Catherine is holding on to her virginity. It doesn't seem like it will be long until she'll be ready to loose it.
I reached beside my bed and picked up Amrita's black lace panties. I took a big smell of them and fell asleep.
The next day I didn't see Catherine until after dinner which was very unusual. I usually saw her during the day on campus or at our dorm. When she showed up in my room there was obviously something bothering her.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked her.
"I didn't leave those panties I found in your room yesterday. I saw the panties I wore the night before in my laundry, they were pink, the ones I found under your mattress yesterday were white. I think they're mine, but how did you get them?"
I was a little stunned. I felt a cold chill run up my spine. I hesitated and considered lying while Catherine's green eyes pierced into me.
My hesitation and slight stutter made Catherine shake her head. "Oh great! You can't even say! Now I know this isn't good!" She turned and started to leave my room.
"Wait!" I stated as I reached for her arm. "They're your panties!"
"Wonderful! Do you think that makes me feel better! You stole them from me. My panties... how should I feel about that? Should I not feel violated?"
Wow, that really hit me hard. I didn't expect that at all. I didn't even consider she might feel violated, but I thought her reaction was a little over the top. "Oh come on. I took them because I'm attracted to you. They turn me on like you do." She paused and looked like she was beginning to soften. I should of left it at that, but I continued. "You shouldn't feel violated. You should be happy, your panties excite me!"
That didn't help diffuse the argument. "Happy? Happy you stole my private and very personal belongings? Shit! I thought it was me turning you on! Not my panties rubbing against your cock! Shit! I'm getting out of here!" She started to leave then turned and said; "I can't believe this! I can't believe this!"
With that Catherine walked out of my room.
"What the fuck just happened?!?!" I said to myself. I was about to go after her but I then stopped myself. I was now beginning to get angry. It would not help to chase her down. Instead I stayed and stewed in my room for a while. Then I did what guys often do when faced with a relationship issue; I avoided it. I called up Jeff and we went out and got hammered.
I was very surprised at Catherine's reaction to me stealing her panties. Things were progressing nicely between us. She even acted like she wanted me to grind her panties and pantyhose on my cock. Why should she be so surprised I had a thing for her panties? Of course it had more to do with her feeling violated.
The next day things got worse when I told her I took them the night she passed out in front of me while undressing. She had told me that night had secured the thought that I was a good guy because I could of taken advantage of her and didn't. She left my room after I told her she should "chill-out about this".
