Molly Ch 02 The Envelope

I was useless for the rest of the day. The thoughts of Molly knowingly leaving another set of panties for me, consumed me. The thought that she might be taking opportunities to press them into your juices to make sure they had more of her scent kept my cock throbbing in my pants all day.

Today I had elected to wear my tighter underwear. I was indeed glad for them holding my election close to my body and reducing them likelihood of anyone noticing.

It was only lunch time now, I would have to endure the last couple of periods while Molly was in her PE class, and then wait those agonising moments between school and when I might be able to receive whatever she would leave for me today.

Remembering the cleft of her cameltoe, I wondered if she shaved her pussy. At 18, surely she must have had some hair down there, but for the shape of her perfect cameltoe, there seemed to be nothing interrupting the shape between her skin and her panties.

I had decided that the afternoon class would be exam revision, there was no way that I would be able to concentrate on my teaching. Visions of Molly's pussy rubbing against the thin fabric of her panties filled my mind. The very idea that I was just hours away from knowing the fresh sweet smell of her juices maintained my erection in a way that I had not felt since I was a teenager.

In the exam prep class, the girls were understandably a little confused, they had been expecting me to take them through the remaining elements of a text analysis. Another year, another Shakespeare play. This year was Macbeth. I wondered what the idea of an age appropriate relationship might have been in Elizabethan times. Was Shakespeare into people his own age, or did he prefer the company of younger boys and girls.

Molly had poisoned my mind in a way that I had never felt before.

***

The bell went, and my students piled out of the classroom, leaving me alone to count down the mere minutes before I would walk into the changing rooms to see if Molly had lived up to her suggestive comments. For the first time today, I was panicking. Maybe she was joking, maybe she is not leaving me anything. Maybe I have been letting my excitement get the better of me for no reason.

I packed up the few things that I had had out for class. Placing them into their respective compartments inside my leather satchel, and sweeping it over my shoulder for the walk back to the staffroom.

At the end of the day, the students did not linger. Many of them were on busses, and the rest had other places that they would rather be. Two afternoons a week there was Homework Club, and a small collection of students would hang around for additional support and study, but that wasn't on tonight.

From the window of the communal staff offices, I watched the quad go from a bustle of girls grabbing bags and books from their lockers to a ghost town. The flurry of gingham dresses had all left, and only a few slowly moving staff and teachers walked through the quad on their way back towards the office.

In the distance, over the quad, was a corridor through which I would shortly make my way towards the gym and pool.

I looked at my watch. 3:35. Staff were not supposed to use the facilities before 3:50, in part to ensure that the students had all left the facilities, which was an important factor being that it is an all girl school and there were only girls changing rooms. Male staff had to wait until the students had left before they could strip down and reveal themselves.

Until yesterday, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind that a student might still be at school while I was stripping down and sliding on my Speedos.

Watch check again, 3:40. Time was passing slowly.

Still looking out the window, I saw Molly slowly sauntering down the corridor exiting the Gym. She was back in her gingham dress, her thin legs swaggering as she slid her hands down the slight curve of her arse to seat her dress properly. Were there any panties under that dress? Was she leading me on this morning? Was she there now without any slip of cotton shielding her pussy from the outside world?

***

As I opened the door to the changing room, there was something resting on the bench in the same place that Molly's bag had been yesterday. As I walked closer to it, letting the door swing closed behind me, I noted the familiar floral pattern that I had seen hugging Molly's cameltoe earlier today. She had indeed left me her panties again.

On top of them this time however was a folded slip of paper. A love heart drawn on the front. It looked to have been torn out of a small notebook. The drawing and handwriting, patient and girly.

Inside it simply said "If you don't have Snap already, get it." The command was followed by her handle which was a creative spelling of her name.

I did have snap, and it was without thought or hesitation that I found myself tapping away and adding her to my app.

Her panties were laid out and presented delicately, but I paid little mind to that sweeping them up and drawing them to my face to breath them in once again.

Without a thought or a care I had unbuckled my pants and taken out my hard meat.

I had always been proud of my cock. 9 inches, girthy and circumcised. I kept my public hair trimmed, giving it a healthy chance to look even larger.

With my cock in my hand, my phone buzzed announcing the Molly had accepted my request, and that a message was being typed.

"Do you like today's present?" She asked, and immediately followed with, "what are you doing with them?"

Leaving the panties dangling from my mouth, pursed between my lips, I picked up my phone and replied. "They smell amazing today, they are currently dangling from my mouth. But I will soon be smelling your juices on them again."

"Did you like my little show this morning?"

"I loved it Moll," I offered. "I want more."

"I'll message you when I get home and we can choose some panties for tomorrow then." She tapped away. "Which are better by the way? Today's or yesterday's?"

In the throws of things, I hadn't really stopped to think about that. Molly had definitely worked on scenting these well today, but yesterday's thong had a special taint having been so intimately connected with her arse.

"I think yesterday's were better Moll, there is something special about a thong." I said with only a moment of hesitation.

"You're an arse man then are you Mr. Holmes?" The reply was immediate.

I didn't know if I had gone too far. Was this not what she wanted to hear. My heart was beating at a million miles an hour in a flurry of lust and nerves.

The cloud popped up briefly showing that she was tapping away. "I can help you out with that."

I was elated when I saw the message, and my already throbbing cock flexed harder when she sent through a pic. It was innocent enough put playful, a smile showing off her braces and eyes that look directly into mine. I stroked harder, still sucking on the fabric of Molly's panties.

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I was at home, having momentarily managed to put Molly out of mind and get some work done. Of course I had masturbated like a teenager with her panties already. Twice at school, before and after swimming, and once with yesterday's panties when I got home. The smell of her taint on yesterday's thong was truly amazing.

I had finished marking the last of my papers, and was getting something out of the fridge when my phone buzzed again. A new snap from Moll.

I opened it immediately with the impatience that would rival any of my students. It was a photo of three thongs laid on a bed. Molly had written a caption of the photo. "Which ones for tomorrow?"

Surveying the options, a light grey cotton, a black semi lacy and white one with baby blue little flowers. I was drawn to the light grey one and immediately replied. "Light grey one please."

"Yes Mr. Holmes." She replied immediately.

A few seconds later another pic came through charging my cock back into action.

She was standing in a mirror wearing only the grey thong. Her almost non-existent breasts sitting pert and topped with small, erect nipples. Again the cleft of her pussy was pronounced in her panties.

I studied the pic in stunned amazement, almost in disbelief when the phone buzzed again with a message in the background.

Closing the pic, the message read "I'll put them on now and make sure they get a good amount of scent for you. But I don't have PE tomorrow, so I don't know how I will get them to you?"

"I'm not too sure, Molly." I replied, unable to think with the blood diverted to my cock. "I'm sure we can figure out a discrete way though." I was writing while I imagined the thin strap on the grey cotton resting against her arsehole. In that moment, I wanted to be that strap. I wanted to be charged with the singular duty of knowing the taste of her arsehole.

Alone in my apartment, there was nothing stopping me from immediately drawing my cock out. I fumbled with my belt while also desperately pawing at the screen of my phone to replay the snap of Molly's tight body. My pants dropped to my ankles, and my throbbing cock was in my hand when the phone buzzed again.

Another message from Moll. But if I closed the replay to read it, I would loose the pic. Her slight frame, milky skin and flat chest burned into my brain I closed the pic and read her message. "What are you doing while you look at my pic?" She asked and awaited a reply.

Text doesn't have tone, but I'm sure she was inferring that she suspected I was playing with myself. I also suspected that she wanted that to be the case.

I opted to rest the phone against the wall, set the timer and reply with a full body shot. Me in my collared shirt pants around my ankles and big cock standing at attention.

"I knew you'd be hung, Mr. Holmes."

She replied followed my another snap, a five seconds video of her in the same mirror, this time leaning up against her bed with her legs apart pressing the fabric of her panties against the top of her slit and rubbing in circles. She was biting her lip.

"Go and get my panties." Her next message commanded.

I was all too happy to oblige. I stepped awkwardly out of my pants and went I to the bedroom where both sets of panties lay waiting on the bed.

"I have them." I texted.

"Show me what you do with them."

I immediately put the phone into self mode and started the video. Taking the thong I showed her that I buried my nose in her scent, following that by sucking on the strap that still vaguely tasted of her arse.

Her next video came through. She had spun over to be on her knees and was presenting her taught little bottom to the mirror and camera. When she was in this pose, her cheeks naturally parted to show the thin grey cotton strap leading up from the base of her pussy, over her arsehole and up her crack.

Beside her arsehole was a slight and beautiful discolouration framing where her hole would be. She was rubbing the fabric onto her hole while she moaned slightly.

"I'm going to make sure these are exactly what you want." She wrote. "I want to make sure that your big cock is hard whenever you think about me."

"I am certainly hard now Moll. I can't wait to smell and taste those panties tomorrow." I replied.

"I will make sure they have a lot of flavour for you." She wrote back. "I better go now, I'm being called down for dinner. XO."

***

The next day I had devised a plan. I would hand Molly a paper envelope that contained a ziploc bag during homeroom. She would remove her panties at some stage throughout the day, put them in the ziploc bag and secure them discretely in the envelope to return to me.

I was eager to start the day, I had masturbated again last night, and was worried that the scent from Molly's two sets of panties was fading. The excitement of receiving a new, and potentially well scented, pair was palpable.

When I was leaving the house, Moll sent through a picture of her lifting her school dress in the mirror to reveal that she was still wearing the grey thong. The caption read, "I slept in them too."

I told her about my envelope idea, and she agreed.

***

Morning briefing was a complete blur, as the time dragged while I waited for homeroom to begin. In my excitement, I was early into the room, so I sat desperately trying to cover up the slew of inappropriate thoughts steaming through my head.

One of my year 11 English students appeared and knocked on the door. Drawing me back to reality, she asked, "Mr. Holmes. Do you have a minute to talk about the English exam?"

"Sure Alex," I invite her in.

In truth, I was welcome for the distraction. Some of the homeroom girls filtered in while Alex and I talked. Eventually Alex left, hastily making her way off to her own homeroom, almost knocking Molly over as they passed each other in the doorway. Molly looked at me a smiled in a confident but cheeky way, sat down and immediately presented a brief glimpse of her grey panties. Her eyes moved from mine to the yellow A5 envelope that rested on my desk, Molly's name written clearly across it.