There are some sights you can't forget. Just seeing them changes you. That's not necessarily a bad thing. Change is part of life, but during it you sometimes find out things about yourself that don't necessary sit well with your self-image.
For me it all started with a girl named Josie. Her first name was pretty much the only thing I knew about her at the time. Truth be told, it still was years later.
A bunch of us rented a beach house for prom weekend our senior year of high school. She came with Kyle, a friend of a friend who was more than a little awkward when it came to girls. Rumor had it that his cousin set him up with Josie so that he could go to the prom.
Josie wasn't from our school and no one knew her. She was also on the quiet side so despite spending part of the weekend with her, I didn't really learn all that much. It turns out neither did anyone else, not even Kyle.
He hadn't out and out said it, but I got the feeling that there was no real chemistry between them and nothing happened despite it being prom weekend. Poor Kyle. He really didn't have any luck when it came to the ladies.
I mean, based on the sight still stuck in my head after all these years, Josie was probably something special for the right person. Although, in retrospect, I guess it makes sense that Kyle didn't do it for her.
It was the Saturday after prom when some of us decided to take a dip in the ocean. Okay, so it wasn't the smartest idea since it was literally freezing out and the water was frigid, but we'd spent the day drinking so it sounded great to us. Those of us who were lucky enough to have rooms ran upstairs and changed into our bathing suits, joking and laughing the whole time.
Neither Kyle nor Josie were joining us for the swim because they were getting ready to leave. Kyle had some family function the next morning. I felt bad for them since it meant they were missing out on the rest of prom weekend, but they didn't look like they were enjoying themselves all that much anyway.
Kyle had stopped drinking earlier because he had to drive them home. Josie had continued to have some wine now and again, but not with same commitment as the rest of us. I would have bet that she was still mostly sober by the time we decided to check out the ocean. Of course, what I saw her doing a few minutes later belied that, or maybe not. I certainly wouldn't have been able to get into what I found her doing it if I were sober, at least not that first time.
Everyone was making ready to leave after getting into our bathing suits when I realized I'd stupidly taken my wallet with me. I didn't want to leave it just anywhere so I ran back upstairs to put it with my stuff. The door to the room my girlfriend Kate and I were sharing was slightly ajar, but I didn't really think much about that until afterward. I pushed it open, ready to slip my wallet into the nightstand on my side of the bed.
That's when I found Josie, standing next to the bed. She had, of all things, Kate's panties in her hand. Okay, they weren't just in her hand. She had them pressed against her nose. I froze and she...well, she stood there looking at me as if waiting for my reaction. Neither one of us said anything.
Josie wasn't really my type. She was too quiet, too small. She couldn't have stood much over five feet if that and she didn't have much of a chest. My typical type of girl was tall and curvy, especially up top. I also liked long hair. Everyone knew I preferred blonds. Josie had short dark hair. Still, despite all that, there was no denying the sight of her like that got to me. She knew it too.
I remember Josie's light brown eyes sparkling mischievously. There was something in the way she was looking at me that sent a shiver to all the right places despite me knowing that nothing would ever come of it. First, I loved my girlfriend Kate and would have never done anything to jeopardize what we shared. And second, it was clear that I wasn't Josie's type.
I mean, come on! She was sniffing a girl's panties. At least that explained the lack of chemistry between her and Kyle.
So, what did I do when faced with a woman standing next to my bed, holding my girlfriend's panties against her nose obviously enjoying the scent? Nothing. Sure, a part of me knew it was sick and twisted, but the lustful look in her eyes froze me in place, mostly because it awoke something inside of me that I didn't know existed.
There was no arguing that Josie looked extremely hot in that moment, but it was Kate's panties that caught my interest. In that moment, seeing them pressed against Josie's nose, they became oddly enticing. I found myself wondering just what she smelled on my girlfriend's underwear that got to her so obviously.
There wasn't much to them. Just a small bit of pink cotton material, but those panties had encased some of the best parts of the woman I loved all day. Suddenly, I wanted to do what Josie was with them and see if I enjoyed it half as much as she did, but that's wasn't sometime I could do. Certainly, not with Josie there.
Her eyes watched me knowingly, almost as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. That finally got me past my frozen state. I took one last, long look before turning away and leaving without a word. What else was I supposed to do? I mean, I know what I would have done if Josie were a guy, but she wasn't. That limited my reaction considerably.
I could have made a big deal over what she was doing and embarrass us both, but what would be the point? It's not like her sniffing Kate's panties was going to change anything between my girlfriend and me. Besides, I had no idea how to deal with what her action had awoken in me. I needed time and distance to figure out how to cope with my own sudden interest in Kate's panties.
I was in a bit of a funk as I rejoined the others downstairs. My girlfriend noticed and frowned, but let it go when I shook my head slightly. The ocean was as cold as expected when we got there, but I was the first to dive into the frigid water. It helped calm me down, but didn't do much to clear my head.
That night my girlfriend and I went to bed well after midnight. Kate was tall and curvy as hell. Her long blond hair was a mass of curls that always got to me. She was the love of my life and I knew it. I was lucky to have her and I knew that too. Still, it was hard to forget what I caught Josie doing earlier.
Kate and I were both feeling no pain and started making out as soon as we hit the bed. That finally pushed away thoughts of Josie. No one could kiss like my girl. Things were just starting to get interesting when Kate slipped out of the bed and put on the light. She said she needed to use the bathroom before we could go any further.