This is my first attempt at a story, and clearly I wasn't an English major. Please be nice! --
There I stood, no shirt and boxers down, in my girlfriend's roommate's green satin panties wrapped around my erection. "What on earth are you doing?!" I can explain... I am sorry
How was I going to explain that for the past two weeks since my girlfriend let me stay at her place over the summer for college classes that I had been using her lingerie to relief my needs. My need for those silky/satin gems. The bright colors, the fabric, the smell. I don't know why these things had such a hold over me, but now I was in real trouble.
I am sorry with Katie gone I needed something to... help?
Man that sounded stupid, but I quickly pulled up my boxers and dropped the panties. Her face lightened up a bit. Maybe a understanding? Forgiveness? Anything but the feeling that she was going to call my girlfriend and tell her I was some crazy perv.
"Well, I guess it has been two weeks, but certainly you have been going through my top drawer right? I notice some of my things had moved from one side to the other..."