I stayed away from the house as long as could that day, but eventually, I had to go back.
I got such a roasting from dad and mum about being out all day and not telling anyone (Carolyn) where I was going, and what time I would be back. I was grounded for the weekend.
That's just great, I thought to myself. Now there was no way of avoiding Carolyn.
I made my way up the stairs to go to bed. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Carolyn's door was open. I tried to sneak into my room without her noticing, but she heard me and peered around her door and said, "Come here." as she opened her door fully for me to enter her room.
I thought "Here goes, my second telling off of the evening." The first one I could handle. This one however, I would have given my left arm to avoid.
My heart sank as I made my way into her room.
She was wearing the same silk robe as she had worn the night before when she showed off her lingerie to me. However, at that moment, any thoughts of a sexual nature were the furthest from my mind.
Carolyn sat on her bed and, patting the bedspread next her, said in a quiet voice, "I think we need to talk."
I walked over and sat next to her.
"OK, listen, first off, I'm not mad at you, OK?" she began.
I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders.
"I thought about it and, given what's happened over the past few days, I shouldn't really be that surprised. Although, it was a bit of a shock to be honest. I didn't expect you to, you know, react like that. The thought never occurred to me that you would do something like that..."
"Carolyn, please..I didn't mean to...err...I'm so... sor.." I tried to apologise, but she interrupted me.
"Let me finish. I've been thinking about it all day and I think I understand why. But I want to hear it from you."
"Errr...What?" I said, somewhat confused.
"Look, Marc, the only way this is going to work is if we're honest with each other."
"OK." I said, still not really wanting to explain why I'd been sniffing her lingerie and stroking my cock with it.
"OK, well I'll be honest with you then." She said. "It made me horny seeing you doing that with my panties."
What? I screamed to myself.
"There, that's me being honest. Now tell me why you did it."
"Well, I..It's...errm...When I saw your up your skirt, the first time, the other day, errr the yellow ones." I began nervously, but, making a real effort to be honest with her. "And you said you had a collection. I'd never seen anything like it before...and I suppose I was a bit overwhelmed and intrigued and trying to cope with the new emotions I'd suddenly started feeling..." The words were coming out, but I was pretty sure they weren't making any sense.
"Carry on." She said.
"I wanted to see...you know, what you had in the collection. I came in here, the morning after, when you went to Sarah's...and I looked for it...and I found the hat box...and the yellow panties in your dirty washing barrel." I looked at her for the first time since entering her room. "And I tried masturbating."
"OK." She said as she reached up and stroked my cheek with her right hand. "Thanks for that. And tell me, what's going through your mind when your masturbating and you're looking at my lingerie?"
"I think of seeing you in it and where it was touching you." As I was making this confession, I started to get hard. My cock was pressing uncomfortably against my boxers and jeans and l had to push it into a more comfortable position as I was talking.
"Are you getting a hard-on?" Carolyn asked.
"Sorry, yes, sorry I don't know what's wrong with me." I apologised.
Just then we heard dad and mum making their way upstairs and into their room.
Carolyn started whispering "You've got a hard-on haven't you?"
I nodded. "Yes."
She put her right knee on the bed and turned sideways so she was facing me. This had the effect of opening the bottom of the robe. I looked down and could see the inside of her left thigh all the way up to the edge of her white panties. "Let me see it." She whispered.
"What now?"
"Yes, take it out. I want to see it."
"You saw it the other day." I said.
"Not really. I didn't get a chance to see it properly. Come on. Are going all shy on me?"
I unzipped my jeans and, with a bit of difficulty, eventually freed my hard cock.
"You get hard so easily don't you?"
"It seems like it, ever since...you know, the other day."
"Show me how you masturbate!" it sounded more like an order than a request.
"But dad and mum." I said glancing towards where their room was.
"They've gone to bed, don't worry about them." She whispered, her eyes never leaving my cock.
I tried, but it was a bit uncomfortable with my jeans and the zip rubbing against my shaft.
Carolyn must have notice, because she said, "Do you need take your jeans off?"
"Well, kind of." I replied.
She just sat there waiting for me to do just that.
I undid the button and, standing up, pushed the jeans, along with me boxers, down my thighs, past my knees. I sat back down on the bed. I took hold of my shaft and began pumping up and down again.
"It looks really, really hard." She said looking closer.
After five minutes or so, I reached my usual plateau, beyond which I could never progress. I slowed down.
"Why are you stopping? Are you going to cum?" Asked Carolyn with an excited look on her face.
"I don't think so." I replied disappointedly.
"Why, what's the matter?"
I explained to her how I never seemed to reach orgasm, how I'd get to a certain point before having to stop because there was more pain than pleasure.
"You just need to find the right technique. Haven't you ever touched it in anyway, that felt much more pleasurable, even if it was just for a second or two?"
I suddenly remembered. "Well, there was this one time."
"Tell me."
"It was the first day I was in here, looking for your collection. Sorry..."
"It's OK, tell me."
"Well I was sat on the floor, masturbating with your yellow lace g-string and I had a lot of this clear liquid leaking out," I dipped my thumb into the latest droplet that had formed at the tip. As I lifted my thumb away, a long string formed between my thumb and cock-head. "and I decided to wipe it off with my thumb and when I did It was soooo sensitive there."
Carolyn jumped up off the bed. "Wait there. I've got an idea." She whispered and slipped out of her room. She came back a few seconds later holding the small tub of Vaseline that was kept in the bathroom cabinet.
She sat back down on the bed next to me and, taking the lid off, held it out to me saying, "Take some of this."
I dipped my finger in and took a tiny blob on the end of my index finger.
"No, more." Insisted Carolyn.
I scooped up a much bigger amount.
"Now rub that into the top of it." She said motioning to my cock.
I applied the blob of Vaseline all over my cock head, as instructed.
"Now do it again, but this time rub your fingers and thumb over the head when you're doing it...And slowly, without trying to strangle it."
I started to masturbate again and soon discovered if I just slid my hand up and down using the slippery Vaseline as lubrication, rather than moving the skin up and down over the shaft, it felt better.
It felt soo much better. My eyes shifted between my cock, Carolyn's eyes, Carolyn's, silk robe covered, erect nipples (they weren't sticking out that far when I came in, I noted, to myself) and the little gap that had formed in the robe in between her legs when she had sat back down.
"Is that better?" she asked.
"Ohhh yes." I gasped, as my eyes began to glaze over.
She noticed my eyes roaming up and down her robe.
"Would you like me to show you what I'm wearing under this?" she whispered.
"Yes." I managed, short of breath, still gently stroking the full length of my rock-hard cock.
She stood up and positioned herself, so she was directly in front of me, our knees almost touching, and untied the belt. Holding the two edges so it was still closed said "Yes what, Marc?"
"Yes pleaseeeee, Carolyn." I gasped.
She slowly opened the robe to reveal the same white lace set she had shown me in the morning. However, now I was much closer to her, I could see the lace, and what was underneath it, much more clearly. Her nipples were erect, and I could just about see them through the all but transparent material that was in between the lace patterns of the bra cups.
My eyes lowered across her flat belly to where the small panties stretched across her hipbones. The material at the front, equally as transparent as the bra cup barely hid a small, patch of hair, which was only just covered by the low waistline of the panties. I leaned forward to get a closer look, I could see the crotch of the panties was wet and the wet patch appeared to have spread out onto the front panel too.
"They're wet." I instinctively said, staring more closely, half statement, half question.
"Yeah, and you're hard." She said. "Boys get hard, girls get wet." She added, closing the robe and tying the belt.
Another new discovery for me.
I was feeling a strange sensation gripping my whole body and my stroking sped up uncontrollably.
Carolyn noticed and whispered "Whoa, slow down, you're going to cum, aren't you?"
"I don't know." I answered honestly, just managing to slow down. But I couldn't stop completely. The feeling was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
"Well you can't cum in here, OK?" she told me.
