I started really noticing boys at about 15 or 16, although I told myself at that time that I wasn't interested. But my brother had a friend named Jim, and as he was hanging around the house, I developed a big crush on him. He was 17 though, and I thought he never even noticed me. Well, right about the time I turned 18 and he was turning 19, I think he noticed me. Not that I noticed at the time, as I was a bit insecure about such things, and I was raised in a fairly strict family, but I was a late bloomer and my boobs had changed size quite a bit in the preceding year, so I guess I was catching his eye. The flowering of womanhood and all that. Anyway, I was in 7th heaven, because a 19-year-old college guy, who I really liked, was flirting with me, and it was wonderful!
I guess it mostly started when Jim would come into my room and say hi, and talk for a minute every day or so. I think to this day my mom wonders why I started keeping my room so spotlessly clean. One day, Jim came in and we started talking about the girl he broke up with about a month before, and he casually mentioned that the sex was good, and I must have blushed about 100 shades of red, because he smiled and asked if I was okay. I said I was and he continued as if nothing had happened. A little while later he went off somewhere with my brother, and I was left daydreaming.
It was about three or four days later when Jim next stopped by to chat. I had just gotten home from school and was wearing a skirt. I was sitting on the bed and looking at a catalog when he came in.
"Hey, I wanted to apologize if I embarrassed you the other day..." he said.
"Embarrassed? What do you mean?" I said, knowing exactly what he meant, and already a bit flustered.
"Well, it's my guess that you're a virgin, and talkin' about sex is not cool." He said, and smiled.
"Ah, it's ok, I'm not as naive as you think." I lied. Little did I know, he had already had a sneaky little talk with my brother, and knew exactly how much I did, and didn't know.
"Oh yeah? Ok, so let me ask you right out. Are you a virgin?" he asked, whilst looking right into my eyes.
I looked down and said, "No, I've done it before." I lied because I didn't want him to think I was a little girl who never did anything, even though that was mostly what I still was.
"Oh yeah? I don't believe it. There's a test for that you know..."
"A test?" I stammered.
"Yep. I can tell right away if you're telling the truth. You willing to put your money where your mouth is?" he challenged.
"I don't think that's such a good idea. I mean, I...I.." I didn't know what to say. I mean, I had lied, and I also was quite scared of any test, and I also didn't know if there was a "test" for that.
"Figures. Well, I'm outta here. Man, what a disappointment." he shook his head and walked out of my room.
I was devastated! How had that gotten so out of control? Why did I lie like that? What was I going to do now?
I was on the verge of tears all through dinner, and was a trembling mess afterward when I walked up to Jim and told him to come talk to me. I went back to my room and my stomach was doing flip-flops waiting for him. He came in a few minutes later, and my mouth was instantly dry, and my ears felt all hot.
"Yeah? What do you want?" he asked.
"Well, that test?" he nodded, "I'll do it." I said in voice barely above a whisper.
"Ok! You sure about this?" he asked. He had looked really excited for a sec, so I just nodded.
"Alright," he said, "I'll need your, well, your panties." Now he blushed.
"My panties?! Um...ok ok, they're in the left bottom drawer behind you." I said.
"No, I mean, well, the ones you're wearing now..."
"The ones I'm wearing?! I can't! I mean...well, Jim, that is...I can't do that!"
"I knew it. You said you would. Now you chicken out." He turned as if to leave.
"Wait wait, ok, I'll do it. Just go outside for a sec while I take them off." I was more nervous than I'd ever been in my entire life.
"Um, no good. I can't take a chance you'll mess with em'", he smiled.
"Oh god! Ummmm...ok..." I could barely talk I was so nervous and my whole body felt all shaky.
I slowly stood up, and I swear, Jim's eyes got bigger. I reached up under my skirt, careful not to let anything show, and brought my little panties quickly down to my knees, so nothing would be seen. I almost messed up because my fingers were trembling so badly. I let them drop from my knees to the floor, and I was instantly aware of the coolness on my pussy. The exposed feeling. I stooped <bending over was a no-no> to pick them up, and handed them to him, trying to control my shaking fingers. But it was funny, because I noticed that his fingers were shaking as badly as mine!
I still remember to this day, those panties were cotton, and they had little flowers on them. A lot like these.
Anyway, he took them and ran his finger across the inside crotch.
"Mmm, wet. That's nice...," he said. His eyes had a funny glassy look to them and I could see his fingers were still a bit shaky. For my part, I bet I was like 5million shades of red by now! Then he did something that changed my whole life. I am so excited even as I sit here and re-tell my story.
He took my little wet panties, and he stuck his face deeply into them and he inhaled and sniffed so loud I could hear it where I stood. As he did that I felt it. I don't know how else to explain it. I felt it deep inside my vagina. Like a deep, hot, pleasurable tug. My knees almost buckled and I might have moaned, but Jim was oblivious, and he moaned for sure! He sniffed again, and again the tug. And then he sort of sagged, and brought the panties down to his side. He looked like he was a million miles away for a second, and then he sort of came out of it with a snap, like he realized where he was.
"You are a virgin, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I am, I'm sorry.." I said.
"Don't be! That's really sexy...These are really sexy..." He said holding up my panties.
"Really? Do you mean it?" I asked.
"Yes! Oh yes! If you weren't my best friend's sister, I would be begging you for a date!" He said.
"Wow!" was all I could say.
"Cee, do you mind if I keep these? Please?" he almost begged.
"Go ahead, although I don't know how much good they'll do a boy!" I giggled.
He just blushed, smiled and then left.
A few minutes later I heard him go out to go home, and I got into bed to think about what happened, and before I knew it I felt my own fingertips brushing my mound. It was at that moment, I felt the need and desire, and that was the first time ever I made a conscious decision to masturbate to fullness. I opened the petals of my little flower and dipped my fingers inside. It was all hot and slick and wet! I searched and found the little bud of my clitoris and began to run my finger over it, circling it, imagining it was Jim touching me like that. I then pushed my middle finger inside myself, and almost giggled as I felt my hymen. A few moments later and I was furiously circling my clit and breathing like a steam train. Little moans escaped my lips, and I breathlessly began my first intentional orgasm. And let me tell you, it was a big one!
Jim didn't stop in my room for about two weeks after that. I was beginning to worry, although when I saw him around the house, he was friendly enough. Finally though, when he did, I was bold enough to say a few things I had been thinking about.
"That really wasn't a virginity test, was it?" I asked.
"No, it wasn't. I'm sorry. Are you angry?"
"Not really. I just wondered why you did that? Why my panties?" I asked.
"Well, it's kind of embarrassing, but I've had a thing about panties since I was about 14 or 15. Plus, Elaine and I had sex, and I used to love how she smelled. I kept a few pairs of her panties afterwards. Do you think I'm gross?"
"No way! I really liked that the other night. It was scary, but fun."
"That's awesome! Well, um, do you think I could have another pair? The ones
you gave me lost their zing."
"Zing? What do you do with them?"
"Smell them, taste them...and...um...rub them on myself..."
"Really? You taste them? Do I taste good?" I asked, shocked, but totally fascinated at the intimacy.
"Very, very, very good! So, how bout it? Can I?" he again almost begged.
"Yes."
I stood and this time a bit more slowly removed my panties from my moist little crotch. I handed them to him and again he buried his face deeply in them and inhaled me. Again the DEEP tug inside me.
"Oh god!" he said, "May I please, please see under your skirt?"
So again, with trembling hands, I slowly lifted my skirt for him and he became the first man to ever see me there. He looked for a moment and then stammered something about having to go play with his new toy, and he left.
Once again, I diddled my little clitty to orgasm and it was so delicious.
About 2 months and three pairs of panties later, Jim moved to San Diego, and I hardly have seen him since. But I will always thank him. Because that's how I became a panty-girl!