It was a rainy November night, I was at home watching the TV and could hear the buzz from a group of my daughter's friends upstairs. Their conversations were muffled, but there was the occasional peal of girlish laughter from the college ladies, but as it got later the noise gradually died off. About midnight it seemed that they had all drifted off to sleep, and I climbed the stairs to check out the damage.
The door to my daughter's room was open, and I could see a couple of girls asleep on her bed, as well as one on the floor. In the rec room, there was a girl on each couch, and a made-up air bed on the floor. Somebody was missing, probably in the bathroom.
I could see that Christine, a gorgeous little Italian, was on the big couch. She lay curled up, uncovered, her perfect ass half exposed by the position of her loose pj shorts. I paused to take a long look. I could actually see a part of her green thong disappearing between her cheeks, a dusting of black fuzz peeking out from the crease, a few stray hairs, thick and black, peeking out, and it was all I could do to keep myself from leaning in to get a better look, and maybe a sniff of her natural perfume.
My cock hardened a little as I remembered her greeting earlier when I arrived home. As I stood in the kitchen talking with my wife, she had rounded the corner in these same skimpy pajamas, and jumped up to give me a tight hug.
"Ski!" she had cried out, (all of the girls had called me by my nickname since they were in middle school.) "I missed you!" I smiled at her and gave her a peck on the cheek, then looked over her shoulder at my wife, who arched an eyebrow at my hand holding her a little too close to her ass. We both smiled, but a few more seconds and Christine was going to feel how happy I was to see her.
Back upstairs now, I covered her with a blanket and shut off the lights. Picking up a bunch of seltzer cans and some assorted trash, I put it in the bin, and made my way down the front stairs to the kitchen.
Halfway down the stairs, I saw light beneath the bathroom door, and a shadow confirmed that the lone survivor was using the facilities. I heard the flush, and the door opened just as I passed by. Katie was the last girl standing, and as she turned out of the bathroom, she ran right into me. She shrieked and covered her mouth, eyes wide in surprise. I laughed and she giggled back. "you scared the shi... oops the crap out of me!"
"It's ok, you can say shit," I whispered, "it's the same thing, right?"
That prompted another giggle. "I wasn't pooping, uh, just peeing, I promise."
Now my perverted mind started turning a little, picturing Katie wiping her pussy with toilet paper, dabbing the pee from her pubic hair. "And did you wash your hands?" I joked. This actually make her blush in embarrassment. "Um, no, I forgot. Sorry."
"Oh, I was just kidding, Katie. It's ok, you didn't tinkle on your hands, right?" I was trying to defuse the embarrassment, but I guess I had the opposite effect, because she reddened even more and said softly, "I don't think I did."
Now we were both embarrassed, and I tried to joke my way out of it. My response was truly awkward, I took her hand and held it up to my face. "Well, I don't see any pee!" I put it under my nose and smiled, "smells clean to me!"
Except, it didn't! Three things happened simultaneously. Her expression turned to shock, at my inappropriateness I thought; I noticed that her fingers were extremely wet and slippery; and I realized that what I smelled on Katie's fingers wasn't pee. It took a second, but there was no doubt that what I smelled was the sweet tangy essence of her 19-year-old pussy.
The womanly scent of her overpowered me, time slowed down and then I realized that I had been holding her gooey fingers to my nose for way too long. I also realized what Katie had been doing in my bathroom with her hand between her thighs. It wasn't drying her pussy. Quite the opposite.
I dug my hole deeper, in a dumb attempt to stem the damage I took her other hand and smelled it as well. "Now this one smells a little of pee," I chuckled.
Except, it didn't. It smelled like the most wonderful nose full of pussy I could imagine. It smelled like heaven to me. Fresh young pussy, but with the sharp bite of arousal, dirty and secret.
Katie was as confused as I was now, and her reaction was just as awkward. She actually sniffed her fingers too! And her dismayed expression told me that she smelled the same thing I did. She turned quickly back to the washroom and began to wash her hands. I could see that she was really embarrassed, and as she finished and dried them, I tried to console her. "Hey, Katie." She turned to me, still beet-red and with tears welling in her beautiful dark eyes. "Hey, it's ok honey, nothing to be embarrassed about." I gave her a reassuring hug, and she turned her cheek to my shoulder and hugged around my waist. We stood there a little too long, and the smell of her hair further aggravated my arousal. I guess both of us felt my cock stirring against her tummy, and we parted quickly. "I promise, nothing to worry about. Everybody does it, right?"
Katie looked at me nodding sheepishly, and I smiled, quickly adjusting my package, which she noticed. Her eyes opened a little wider, and, hoping to make her feel a little less embarrassed, I told her quietly, "In fact, I'm guessing I might need to do a little of that myself in a few minutes."
Immediately, I realized how inappropriate the comment was, how the whole interaction had been, but the horse was out of the barn.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and she stood there gazing at me. Now it was my turn to redden. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but after a moment, she stepped towards me and into the same hugging position, unabashedly pressing her tummy back against my cock. We stood there for a long time, and it slowly hardened to a full-blown erection. "Hmmm, that feels nice, right?" she murmured into my chest.
I was now hyper-aware of the lush sexuality of this 19-year-old. Katie was tall, about 5'9". She was a standout basketball player, but had a very womanly build for an athlete, full hips, large breasts, and an unusual softness to her. I could feel those breasts pressed against me now, that softness surrounding my throbbing erect cock. And her scent, the shampoo in her hair, a trace of perfume, and the remnants of her masturbation session in the bathroom, now even more noticeable. She lifted her lips, brushing them against my ear. "That would be such a waste," she whispered.
