A Change?

Oh don’t misunderstand…..there are days when I’m unspeakably sad, but equally they are becoming fewer. The human body and mind are able to repair so much….if you let them. And I think that this morning, I gave myself permission to ‘be okay’…to look forward again. 

The moment my foot touched the carpet in my bedroom I felt like I could feel every fibre. I stood by my bed and eased my night panties off. Feeling the air caress my body only served to enhance the change I felt today…yes…something was different….something had changed….or at least, was changing. 

I didn’t bother to dress…..or even shower. I walked down to the kitchen naked, and grabbed a cup of coffee. I wasn’t in the least worried or self-conscious. Dani is used to seeing me wander around naked, and, now and then, she even has naked days too. 

I walked into our pool complex and pushed the button that slides back the thick, triple-glazed walls, and half the roof so it is now mostly an outdoor pool, and then stepped onto the patio beyond. Sunlight. Strong sunlight bathed my body and I could almost feel the vitamin D being produced. I stood there, eyes closed and realised that for the first time i]since it happened, I felt….happy again….and better still, that it was ok to feel happy again. 

But something else too…..usually my horniness is divided into romantic horny, and raunchy/dirty horny. This was an amalgam of the two. Oh I could have masturbated just standing there, but somehow I felt I needed company. Unfortunately Emily is away for the better part of a month. Ah well…..just me and my fingers then?

I was just about to reach between my legs when I saw Dani in the pool room. She had a tray of croissants and more coffee, but she had put them down on a table and was unbuttoning her dress. By the time she reached me, she was naked too. Fuck…but that girl is an absolute goddess. Why no-one has snapped her up amazes me. True, she was sexually shy…I would almost say repressed, but not any more….oh no. Not anymore. She has also become so highly attuned to me and Emily….perhaps a little too attuned. Sometimes I wonder if we are preventing her from finding a relationship of her own. More on that later. 

Dani walked towards me and placed her hands on my waist and looked deeply into my eyes. She saw……she knew something had changed. She drew me into a deep, warm hug, and I regretted not having showered. I had that warm, sleepy smell about me mingled with the scent of my sex, and a little night sweat I guess too. Dani inhaled deeply “You smell amazing.” 

The kiss came as naturally as breathing and it too was deep…..warm…..gentle and yet intense. I let my hands cup her perfect bum and pulled her toward me. As I did so, I took a look down, between her breasts, her flat tummy and those enticing pubes that are beginning to grow back. Oh not everywhere. She is keeping her labia smooth, but that sparse little triangle of light hair….ohhh….so many happy locker room memories of girls I knew and sexual awareness beginning. (Sigh). 

She knew….as she always does. She knew I wanted to cum, but she also knew that I didn’t want it to be dirty. Not today. Today was a new beginning. She kissed me again as her hand found my sex. This time there was no dirty talk into my ear. There was just a perfect fingering and encouragement. She knows, whatever mood I’m in that I love being talked to. Sometimes dirty, sometimes, like today, not. “Cum for me. Cum on my fingers. Let me feel you.” Hugging her tightly to me, I came, long, hard, seemingly endlessly. The orgasm wasn’t like a peel of thunder that rolls away into the distance, it was like an entire storm. The orgasm intensified, withdrew, intensified again and kept rolling onwards until, finally,, the storm abated and tranquility reigned again. 

And what tranquility it was! Oh my God! There’s a line in the blessing that says, “May the peace of God, which passes all understanding….” And the peace I now felt passed all understanding, too. 

Slowly, Dani withdrew her fingers from me and, locking eyes with me again, put them in her mouth and sucked them clean. And, right there, I knew what she needed today. You see, sex is never one-sided….or it shouldn’t be. Oh, it’s nice if two people feel the same way on the same day, but what if they don’t? I may not have been feeling dirty, but in that instant, I knew Dani was. How dare I simply take and not give?

Our unspoken communication told her I would happily do whatever she wanted. She walked back to her clothes and came back to me in just her panties. She looks amazing in nothing but a pair of clean (well, almost) white panties. I have long maintained that the one thing more sexy than a naked girl is a girl who is almost naked. And as she walked towards me, Miss Brain engaged in a little time travel. How would Dani have looked at 14, 15, 16? Tall? She has always been tall for her age. In her locker room at her school, she would have turned heads I’m sure. Especially in her little white virgin panties. 

She walked towards me and led me to a lounger. I sat on the edge of it and she wordlessly placed herself across my knees. I smoothed my hand over her taught undies and then gave her a sharp slap which made her yelp.The second set her hips in motion and the third….well, the third drew a whispered “Fuuuuck” from her. I tugged the panties down enough to get my hand inside and I don’t think I have ever found her more wet than today, but then she had just been fingering me off. My fingers slipped inside her so easily, but from that position, I couldn’t reach her clit. My thumb was over her bum hole. While I have fingered her bum before, a thumb is bigger…maybe too big? A well-aimed blob of spittle, and I soon found out that far from being too much too soon, my thumb disappeared into her secret hole perfectly. As for her clit, she dealt with that herself. Then….she spoke……a brief, half-formed sentence, but it tuned me in to what was going on in her head. “Talk….I’m being punished.” 

It’s odd how quickly you can get to know, I mean really know someone. From the very first time I showed Dani the delights of a panty wetting, I knew she would be a fan of it. Maybe in total privacy, but I knew she was hooked. Similarly, when she demonstrated her take on it to me, I knew that sometimes, she didn’t do it as a sex act in itself, but that she simply let it happen when she came. I knew today that she would let it happen today…maybe. So….

“Can you feel me stretching your bum? My fingers are deep in your wet cunt too. You’ll remember this, won’t you?”

“Yes Mistress.” (Mistress? That’s new!) 

“Spanking is all very well, but I have always believed forcing someone to cum leaves a longer-lasting impression. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh Mistress….please don’t….you shouldn’t….it’s……sinful.” 

“It’s not your place to contradict me! Now this will just last longer.”

“But Mistress…..I need……I need the bathroom!”

“Well, you should have thought of that before I caught you sniffing my wife’s underwear….you dirty little cunt.” 

I felt the first pre-contraction of her vagina on that last word. She was right on the edge.

“Leave your clit alone! I’ll tell you when you may touch it again.”

“Yes Mistress.” (Damn….we have to do this ‘mistress’ thing again….maybe the other way round, since I’m sub!) 

“You smelled Emily’s sex on her underwear….and you wanked….didn’t you? You pressed her cum stains into your cunt, didn’t you?”

“Oh Mistress….please….”

“And you came onto them. You squirted your girl cum all over Emily’s panties. Yes?”

“Yes Madam.” (Madam? Oooh I like that!)

“And you fantasised about licking her out for real?”

“Oh please……”

“Now, picture that while I make you cum. You may touch yourself again.”

It took seconds before she came, and I felt her pee her panties which also increased the longevity and strength of her cum. Afterwards, she was breathless! “Fuck, Anna…..it’s never been as strong as that!.”

Me? Oh you can imagine. I was certainly ready to go again. But not here. Not with Dani. I left her swimming naked in the pool and went back to my bedroom. Emily’s panties, stained from our love making brought me to several crushing orgasms, after which I put them on. Putting on dirty underwear is “How To Be A Girl” 101. Putting on someone else’s dirty underwear ain’t even in the book since no-one thought anyone would ever do such a thing, but walking around with my sex leaking into that of Emily’s…well….I guess you’d have to do it to know the feeling it gives. 

And the scent too. All girls know their own scent, and how it subtly changes throughout the month, so when a different scent is there, it’s, oh, I don’t know, more sensual, more erotic. It certainly brings back the memories in graphic detail of how her panties became that wet. 

You see….there’s another peculiar thing about us. Keeping clean ‘down there’ is drummed into us, and as we get older, into adolescence, taking our undies off for sexual purposes is the height of eroticism, right up to the moment when someone makes us cum in our panties, and then, well, it opens up a whole new avenue of possibilities. I made myself cum in my panties in classes at high school. I knew I was doing it, of course, and feeling myself convulse in my panties felt so fucking horny! Taking them off later at home and seeing the devastation in the crotch was….validating, somehow. 

Guys tell me it’s way different for them. “Nothing worse than your boxers full of spunk” as one friend put it. “It gets fucking everywhere….and it smells horrid…..fishy….fuck!” Said another. Sometimes girls squirt, something vaginally, sometimes urethrally. I can be a huge squirter, and when I squirt, it’s definitely not pee. It’s a totally different texture and scent. Oh, I can pee at orgasm if I feel like it, and as you know by now, I do enjoy peeing my panties now and then, but in class….keeping it silent….while I did ‘flood’, it was nothing like the squirts I can do today….

Which reminds me of something. Dani has asked me to pee on her and I’ve obliged. She has also peed on me, and very nice it is too, but one day, oh, months ago now, we were just goofing around, and were talking about how guys like to cum on a girls face…especially if she wears glasses, apparently….or has braces…..I don’t know, go figure…when Dani had asked if I’d ever squirted not peed on a girls face? I had, but it had just happened. It wasn’t a planned event. She had asked me if I thought I could squirt on her face. 

We had a few geometric problems to solve. Her kneeling puts her face too high, so it had to be her lying down and me thinking ard about trajectories. Eventually, I worked it out that when I’m lying down and I squirt, it comes out on a slightly upwards angle, so I straddled her chest and masturbated to the point of orgasm where I edged myself for a while…too long, actually. Dani was lying under me, fully clothed, with her hand in her panties, masturbating furiously, and finally I tripped over the edge. I had to move a little, but having soaked her hair, I got most of it on her face. She came simultaneously.