Sophie's Precious Panties
Ethan had always been the quiet one in the house. A lanky, bespectacled university student with a mop of untamed brown hair, he kept to himself, buried in textbooks or hunched over his laptop. His housemate, Sophie, was the opposite--vibrant, confident, and effortlessly alluring. She was a curvaceous blonde with a laugh that filled the cramped student house and a wardrobe that seemed to taunt Ethan's imagination. Her room was just across the hall, and sometimes, when she left her door ajar, he'd catch glimpses of her in various states of undress. He tried not to peek, but certain images became burned into his memory, especially ones where he could see her delicate panties encasing her feminine curves - covering and clinging to her most secret place. How Ethan wished he could take their place - cradling her hidden treasures.
It all began innocently enough--a stray pair of Sophie's panties left behind in the bathroom after she'd showered. They were soft, pale pink with a delicate lace trim, and when Ethan picked them up to toss them into the hamper, something primal clicked. He hesitated, his fingers feeling the fabric, and then, heart pounding, he brought them to his nose. The faint scent of her--floral body wash mixed with something musky and intimate--hit him like a drug. He nervously sniffed her intoxicating scent, and then, before he knew it, he was smuggling them back to his room.
That night, alone with the door locked, Ethan sat on his bed, the panties clutched in one hand. His other hand fumbled with his boxers, freeing his modest erection. He pressed the fabric to his face, inhaling deeply, his tongue darting out to taste the cotton where it had once hugged her skin. The sensation was electric, forbidden, and overwhelming. His strokes quickened, his mind flooding with images of Sophie--her generous curves, the way her hips swayed when she walked, the swell of her breasts beneath her tight tops. He came hard, a shuddering mess, the panties still pressed to his lips.
It became a ritual. Whenever Sophie was out - classes, parties, whatever - Ethan would slip into her room, rifling through her laundry for a fresh pair. Black satin, red lace, simple white cotton--they all fuelled his obsession. He'd lie on his bed, licking and sniffing, lost in fantasies of fucking her like a stud - pounding her pussy relentlessly as she orgasmed multiple times on his rock hard member. It was a secret he guarded fiercely, until the day it unraveled.
Sophie wasn't supposed to be home that afternoon. Ethan had checked her schedule--psych lecture until four. But there she was, bursting through the front door at two, her bag slung over her shoulder. She called out a cheery "Hey!" as she kicked off her boots. Ethan was sprawled on his bed with his latest acquisition, a sheer blue thong. His hand was wrapped around his small, throbbing penis, the panties dangling from his fingers, damp from his tongue. He froze as he heard her footsteps in the hall. She wouldn't come into his room would she? And the door was locked, wasn't it? Then the answer - the doorknob turned and the door opened suddenly before he could react.
