It was good to see Father again but at the same disappointing, as he looked comfortable with Gemma's mum, Mrs Leighton. I was beginning to fear that Sally had permanently abandoned me, leaving me in the sixth circle of hell with Mother. I lay back on my bed pondering a future of eternal anguish when a dynamic sound somehow magically animated the lifeless structure of our house. It could only have been Sally, and I sat up in hopeful anticipation listening to the vibrant, energetic spirit closing in on me.
She merrily waltzed into my bedroom as if she had never been gone!
"Sally!" I brightly enthused with my arms open wide as she spun and ignored my gesture and went to her handbag.
"Another present!" she declared, throwing me another pair of panties as I sat up on my bed.
"Oh! Thanks, who's are they?" I asked, holding them up to the light for inspection, not wanting to broach the questions that were vexing me.
"Don't worry, they're clean!" Sally joyfully enlightened upon seeing my distressed face.
I gulped in embarrassment as I caught the words; "I prefer them dirty," leaving my lips. I perused the lacy red panties and gulped and immediately felt an erection stirring. I had always loved red panties.
"They used to belong to Mandy," she notified with zest, "I know you like her as well," she jovially teased. I didn't mind, as it was good to have her back and questions about her other activities would have to wait.
"How did you get them?" I asked nervously, wondering if Gemma had let on that I had been watching them in their girl on girl tryst.
"Don't worry, your secrets safe, I stole them from her drawers when I used her bathroom."
"You stole them?"
"Yes, for you, you can always give them back if you want to," Sally laughed.
"Are you the one stealing Gemma's panties?" I inquired knowing that no such thief existed.
"Of course not! I wouldn't steal my best friends panties!" she protested, causing me to laugh.
"Of course not, you just steal your teammate's panties."
"That's right, it's not as if they're going to miss them, with all the exercise in training we get through we're almost wearing three pairs a day."
"Really?"
"Of course, we're not like you boys, you know, wearing one pair a week! We have to change our undies after a day in college, especially if it's hot. They just get so sweaty, and they're so light and delicate, if we kept the same pair on like you boys the sweat, urine seepage and menstruation would destroy them with-in three days!"
"Oh! Come on, Sally enough!" I protested with a feeling that she was just trying to gross me out.
"Hey! You said yourself you prefer a dirty pair."
"That's true, but I've never said anything about menstruation."
"So you're a beginner when it comes to panty sniffing? I'll tell you now you haven't lived until you have a pair under your nose from a girl who's having a heavy period."
"Okay! Enough!" I protested, causing Sally much amusement and encouraging her to get right in my face.
"Just imagine very bloody, sweaty, piss stained panties pushed right in your face!" She spat at me almost nose to nose.
"You're disgusting! What's happened to you?" I queried more in astonishment than disgust.
"Just learning the ways of the world bro!" She exclaimed laughing.
I took Mandy's panties to my hiding place below my bedside cupboard and immediately felt it was a mistake. Sally had lied to me about a few things, and I wondered if it was just for fun or to set me up for some unknown reason.
"You're getting quite a collection," She said on observing my stash of lingerie contraband.
"Yeah, I've a pair of Gemma's, Sandra's and now Mandy's!" I joked," it won't be long until I have a pair from all the cheerleaders."
"You've a pair of mine, don't forget!" she taunted with a leering grin, "or don't you think I'm hot?"
I cringed in humiliation as Sally turned the screw, "Whose will you be wearing the most to get off in?"
"Not yours, that's for sure!" I hit back.
"Oh thank you, that's the last time I do you a favour,"
I instantly rowed back, knowing I could lose the source of a great many sexy pairs of panties.
"No! Sorry, what I mean is your panties were ruined with my silly attempts to wash them. Besides, you've got far sexier pairs in your collection."
"What! How do you know?" gasped Sally.
I stumbled for a while and then hit upon the obvious.
"I've seen them on the clothesline!" I blurted.
"What!" exclaimed Sally staring at me wide-eyed and dropped jawed? The silence went on, unnervingly long, long enough for me to perpetuate the lie.
"Yes, I'd study your panties for ages when they were on the clothesline." I lied with bravado, daring Sally to question me further.
"Do you imagine me in them?" she asked with a stutter.
"Of course, you in your matching panties and bra."
"Wow! Cool!" was her shocking response.
"Have you ever gone to my drawers and borrowed a pair?"
"Of course I have, you don't think I was going to let all those fabulous panties go to waste on your scrawny pussy and ass!"
"Oh my god! You perv!" She laughed, "You in my panties, I can't believe it! What an honour."
I spent another day in college with my head in the doldrums. I was afraid to broach the topics with Sally, the subjects of Father with Mrs Leighton and her lesbian performance with Gemma.
Finding out that Sally was gay was shocking enough, but for her to be with Gemma, the unrequited love of my life was depressing.
The erotic visage of them naked with each other lasted as long as it took for me to ejaculate, but I wanted more from Gemma. The Improbable hopes and dreams of her being my girlfriend had given me succour against the tidal wave of bleakness that had befallen our house. Everyone in our family, even Sally had changed dramatically in the short time we had moved there.
I clutched at straws of hope, Gemma could be going through that experimental age; I was always reading about, and after all, she did wave me in to join them. That wave became my life raft of hope, something to hold onto and keep alive my dreams with Gemma.
The next day I stood nervously outside Gemma's house. I had walked past her house many times on the way home from college always taking a small detour so I could get a glimpse of her. To say 'hello' and have her acknowledge me would give me sufficient Dreamtime and make my world a happier place.
This time I didn't need excuses, as I knew my Father was with her mother, and I had every right to see him. I rang the front doorbell and waited. There was a slight distortion of a figure refracted through the front door glass, and I felt a small build-up of apprehension as the metallic-sounding locks opened.
"James!" merrily greeted Mrs Leighton, her face full and smiling and clearly happy to see me.
Her greeting filled me with confidence and instantly sewed seeds of affection for her.
"Do come in, "She invited before I could say anything. She stood back from the door and indicted with a swish of her arm the path to take.
I walked into the sparse modern living room quickly looking around. There above the fireplace was a picture of a young Gemma posing for her school photograph, and I could see the seeds of the beauty she was going to blossom into.
"Take a seat," Mrs Leighton bid, "what would you like to drink?"
I asked for a glass of water, and she scurried away to the kitchen. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt with a small slit at the back. She had a beautifully sculptured rear, which would have had me drooling if I hadn't heard the words, "Get in here, I'm going to nail your ass," from my voracious Father.
I sank into an armchair and sighed, thinking who could blame him when all that was at home for him was our vicious sabre-toothed mother.
Mrs Leighton returned with a tumbler of water and bent over me to place it on a far side table. Her tight white blouse stretched across her ample breasts with the top button straining not to burst open and reveal more of her cleavage.
My eyes feasted themselves on this erotic view, and Mrs Leighton smiled as she caught me gorging myself on her tits. They were tightly bound in a sexy red bra easily seen through her light white blouse.
"Thank you, Mrs Leighton."
"Call me Jay, please," she smiled as she pushed herself up off my lap. Her manicured hand placed on my upper leg with a thumb inching down towards my penis.
She smiled at me once again as she pushed up and move away to sit in the chair opposite. I laughed to myself as I thought Mrs Leighton was the stereotypical horny widow. She would take anything she could get, at least that's what my magazines eluded too.
"How's Sally?" she casually asked as she reclined in her seat.
"She's good, thanks for taking her in, I hope she wasn't too much trouble?"
"That's okay, I just saw it as one big sleepover," Jay casually relayed, looking up and crossing her legs.
I watched as she did this hoping for a glimpse up her skirt but saw nothing. It always amazed me how skilled girls were at sitting, crossing, their legs and getting out of cars without exposing their underwear. They had non-exposure down to fine art and yet I always looked in the hope I'd get just a peek of panties or a flash of stocking tops. It was an unremitting tease that guaranteed girls got my attention.
