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!"
