My name is Nushka, an immigrant from India. I am a Master's degree student at a college in Ohio studying medicine.
I live in a rented apartment with my roommate Stacy. She too like me is a white immigrant from Poland studying medicine at the same college.
We developed a good friendship ever since we met on our first day at college and have been staying together for past 6 months now. We live in a small yet spacious 1 bed room flat that has two separate beds placed along the east wall of the room, separate wardrobes, a common bathroom and a common kitchen.
I am 5'2" nerdy Indian girl, fair skin and black hair and plump pink lips. Nonetheless, my built is 34c breasts, 30 waist and 34 hips. A very sexy built from an Indian perspective. Being a nerdy Indian girl, I wear thick black framed glasses that suit perfectly for my petite chiseled fair face.
My room mate Stacy is a white blonde girl, with 36C breasts, 32 waist and 35 hips. A very envious figure.
Our classes commence from morning 10 to afternoon 3pm most of the times however Stacy is usually free by 1pm while I spend my time in college library after the classes and reach my room by 4pm.
Stacy has a boyfriend and she has told me about him. Darien, A local african american guy whom I have met a couple of times. He does look handsome as much as Stacy and I secretly envy Stacy for being able to date a hulk of an african black man.
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It all started when I came back from my college at 4pm. While Stacy had texted me that she would leave for some work by 2pm so I had my room keys with me.
Upon coming back to my room, I did not notice anything unusual. The room was well kept as we had left it when we went to college. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and thats when I noticed it.
My unwashed panty that I had hung behind the bathroom door was nowhere there.
At first I thought I must have washed it and dried it on the rope line. But it wasn't there as well.
Not wanting to embarrass myself by texting Stacy about the missing panty I thought of asking about it when she is back.
She came back home after 7pm that day. Unusually late for a typical Stacy. Nonetheless I didn't ask her whereabouts.
I picked up the topic of my missing panty from our bathroom and she did not have any idea.
I put the subject behind my mind and thought to myself that I may have misplaced it absent mindedly.
A few days passed by without any incidence as the case of missing panty lay in the cold case file.
Then a week later, I came back home from Library at 3pm, put my back pack on the shelf, went to the bathroom to relieve myself and there it happened again. My panty was missing again from behind the bathroom door. This time I remember perfectly well that I had hung it behind the door to be washed later.
I could also feel a lingering fragrance in our room this time which belonged to neither me nor Stacy. It smelled like a man's perfume. Intrigued and anxious about the thought of a random guy sneaking into our apartment to steal my unwashed panties. I set out to find the culprit.
I prodded my memory and came to the realization that the only guy who had access to our room was Darien. He usually drops by along with Stacy to our apartment.
He stays at rented home nearby that has a backyard with some overgrown grasses. I decided to sneak into his backyard to investigate the matter on my own.
It was the summers and the temperature had soared to 40 degrees celsius. People lodged themselves inside their air conditioned homes while I looked stupid sneaking into someone's back yard to investigate the case of my missing panties.
Ensuring there are no cameras mounted or any pet animals to guard the house, I steadily walked towards the bay window of his home that faced the backyard. I positioned myself below the ledge as I crouched down on all fours.
Slowly circling back to the front door which was strangely unlocked.
I decided to walk in and noticed that the house was vacant. Not a soul in the living room or the kitchen down stairs. I sheepishly took the stairs up the first floor to the master bedroom.
As I stepped in the lobby of the first floor, I could hear noises coming from the master bedroom as I inched towards the room keeping my back towards the wall.
I stood outside the master bedroom the door of which was opened just enough to get a sneak peek inside the room. Thats when it hit me, the fragrance coming from the room was similar to the one I noticed in my apartment!. It had been Darien all along who had been sneaking into my apartment and stealing my panties.
