Wayne again.
Put simply, the rest of Thursday, all of Friday and Saturday morning was hell.
I'm sure I wasn't any different than any other eighteen year old guy, but my masturbation frequency from the time I discovered it was at the very least two times a day so by the time I set out to walk to Francine's house early Saturday afternoon, I was quite behind and more than a little pent up.
Sure I could have gone for a quick wank and no one would have been any the wiser. I almost got some relief on Friday night dreaming about my friend Brian's mother of all people. But I woke up too soon.
My balls ached with every step I took towards Francine's house.
She'd called that morning and gave me a list of...she refused to call them rules, she preferred "suggestions."
"Take your clothes off when you get here," she told me. "But remember; wait until you get inside, not on the porch."
Her parents found my t-shirt and shorts on their porch when they came home Wednesday night. Her parents weren't mad about me being naked in their house; they just didn't like the idea of their neighbors catching me stripping off on the porch.
"Will do," I answered.
"Mom also asked that you don't leave your panties in the kitchen."
Embarrassing yet hot.
"I won't."
"I'll be in the back yard, so just come inside, get naked and meet me out there," she instructed. "I hope it goes without saying, but make sure you shower before you come over."
"I will, but remember I'm walking over," I warned. "I might a little sweaty."
"That I can handle," she said. "Have you gotten off since the other morning?"
"Nope."
"Excited?"
"Excited and a little scared," I told her.
"Norah said the same thing when I talked to her," she told me. "Just follow my lead and everything will be fine."
Even with all that had happened the previous Wednesday, it still felt strange to walk into someone's home and strip off my clothes. Having an erection that was pointing towards the sky made it all the more weird.
I assumed, as I didn't see Norah's clothes by the front door that she hadn't arrived yet.
But I was wrong. The first person I saw, walking out to the patio with my boner leading the way was Norah...and she was dressed! A quick scan to the left brought my eyes to Francine, sitting on the same chair I'd made her climax on three days before...She was dressed too!
All at once a wave of panic washed over me. I suddenly felt as though I'd walked into some sort of humiliating set up, where the rest of our friends were going to suddenly jump out of the bushes and have a laugh.
"Norah's a little nervous," Francine explained, getting up, stepping over and giving me a kiss. "I told her you wouldn't mind being the only one naked for a bit."
Her fingers lightly caressed my panic soft cock.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," I said, praying for my voice not to crack.
"Hi Wayne," Norah said as my cock began to stiffen again.
"That's hardly a proper hello," Francine fired back.
Norah stood, walked over, wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my mouth.
It was exactly as I remembered from years before.
Her lips were soft, the kiss was wet and sloppy...absolutely perfect.
"Sorry it's been a while since I kissed a guy," she said as she pulled her mouth back. "Eighth grade, to be exact."
"You mean...?"
"Yeah, you're the only guy I've ever kissed," she told me. "If you want to keep score, you're the second guy I've seen naked."
She pressed her body against mine for another kiss, grinding her hips against mine as she did.
"You can touch it if you want," Francine told her.
I was about to ask if I had any say in it, but realized that was stupid.
Norah gently cupped my balls in her hands before lightly running her finger tips up my stiff shaft.
"Different," she commented. "I don't hate it."
Her fingers explored my cock and balls for a few more seconds, then she gave me another kiss and went back to sit down.
"You can sit down too," Francine said.
I sat down and Norah handed me a beer.
Norah was dressed like Norah; A Toronto Maple Leaf's t-shirt, a pair of mid thigh cut offs and leather sandals.
Francine was braless in a tank top and pair of running shorts.
"Did you really wear Francine's panties home?" Norah asked.
"Yes, I did."
"Did you like it?"
I nodded.
"Because they were hers?" she asked. "Or because they were girls' underwear?"
"Mostly because they were hers," I answered.
"He looked so hot in them," Francine chimed in. "Do you want to see?"
Norah nodded with a smile.
"Top drawer of my dresser if you want clean ones," Francine turned and said to me. "Or the hamper in my bathroom if you're feeling dirty...Your choice, go pick something out."
Doing as she said, I got up and headed towards her bedroom.
I spent a minute or two rifling her panty drawer to find a pair I liked, when the memory of sniffing Brian's Mom's worn pair popped into my head.
Deciding that dirty was far better than clean, I dashed to the bathroom.
Just underneath a t-shirt was exactly what I was looking for...a pair of satiny black bikinis!
They had to have been worn recently and...Yeah they smelled incredible.
They had a high waistband and by pulling them up a bit, contained my rock hard erection nicely.
"They do look good on him," Norah commented when I came back outside.
"I wore those all day yesterday," Francine told me. "I hope they weren't too stinky for you."
"They smelled great," I told her.
"You sniffed her panties?" Norah asked.
I nodded.
"That's hot," she smiled.
"I'm glad you think so," Francine told her. "I think I want to watch him sniff yours."
"I think I want to let him," Norah replied.
I'd been so wrapped up in modeling Francine's panties I did notice, until that moment, while I was gone, both girls had stripped off their shorts and were now sitting in shirts and panties.
Francine was wearing a pale blue version of the bikinis I had on and Norah's were flowery and a deep purple.
"I may dress like a guy," Norah said. "But I do love girly underwear."
Norah stood, raised the bottom of her shirt over her belly button and did a slow spin.
I'd always thought Norah was beautiful and sexy...But I was in the minority.
She was five foot nine inches tall and weighed...I'm not sure so all I can say is, she wasn't skinny and she wasn't fat. She had big boobs, but one would never know it as ...As she used to say, it was from carrying the weight of her parents expectations.
What put me in the minority about Norah being sexy was her hair...Not the light brown/dark blonde color, but that it was everywhere.
To the best of my knowledge, a razor hadn't touched her body, anywhere, since the summer between our high school freshman and sophomore years.
Most guys and for that matter girls, we went to school with over the years found her lack of glossy smooth skin completely disgusting.
