Agree to the new deal

“Sure,” you reply, “but I get to keep them.”

Heather starts looking around. Then takes off her backpack, pulls out a large text book, and hands it to you.

You lay it in your lap and reach under the book to stuff your cock back into your shorts. Then, standing up, you pull your t-shirt down and hold the book in front of your shorts. “How’s it look?” you ask. “Can you tell?”

Heather looks down at your shorts and shakes her head. “It looks fine. I can’t tell a thing.”

As you walk towards the dorm, Heather leans over and clarifies, “I’m going to give you my panties. But, that’s all. Nothing else, okay? No touching, or anything. Then you’re going to..... jerk off.”

You blush a deep crimson as she casually mentions masturbation so openly. It’s not like it’s the first time Heather has teased you with her panties, but this feels different somehow. Maybe it’s the way she says “jerk off,” or maybe it’s the fact that she actually wants you to... do it.

“Yeah, sure,” you stutter out nervously. What else can you say? You open the door to your dorm room and take a seat on your bed. Your heart is pounding in anticipation of what might happen next.

Heather shuts the door behind them and closes the blinds, plunging the room into semi-darkness. She slowly slinks over to you, her large breasts swaying enticingly.

“Go ahead, strip down,” Heather says slyly, her eyes darting towards you with mischievous delight. You’re caught off guard by the boldness of her request but obediently begin undressing yourself slowly, savoring every moment of vulnerability. When you’re completely, she smirks and push you down so you sit on the edge of your bed.

Heather goes behind the room divider and reappears a few moments later holding a pink lacey thong in her hand. “Here,” she says, tossing them lightly in the air so they land on your lap. “Go ahead, touch them.”

The thin fabric feels impossibly soft against your fingertips as you gently pick up the panties and hold them close to your nose, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of Heather’s feminine essence.

“Now, remember our deal,” she says, giving your cheek a playful smack before moving back to sit on the other end of the bed. “I want to hear and see every dirty, depraved sound and movement you make while you jerk off to my panties.”

You’re completely focused on Heather’s panties now, tracing the delicate lacey patterns on the outside of the thong with your fingertips before slowly, teasingly, lowering it down over your cockhead. Her scent becomes more intense as you inch them further down, feeling the silky softness brush against every sensitive inch of your shaft until it’s fully encased in Heather’s sacred garment.

“That feels so good,” you groan out involuntarily, unable to resist rubbing your fist up and down the fabric-covered length of your cock. “God, I can’t wait to cum all over these,” you mutter under your breath.

Heather giggles seductively at your words, her hand resting lightly on her thigh as she watches you intently. You close your eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so incredibly aroused by this forbidden act. When you open them again, you find Heather’s gaze locked onto yours, challenging you to go further.

“Tell me what you want to do with my panties once you cum all over them,” she whispers sultrily, arching her back slightly so her breasts push against the fabric of her tight tank top.

Your cock throbs in response to her commanding presence and the thought of defiling her innocent undergarments with your seed. “I want to rub my cum all over them,” you moan out, gripping Heather’s panties tighter as your pace increases. “Gonna make sure every single drop coats every inch...”

Heather gasps softly at your words. She bites down on her bottom lip, as she watches you lose control completely. “Show me how much you want this,” she whispers seductively.

You can’t hold back any longer; your entire body is shaking with the **** of your orgasm as hot cum explodes out of the tip of your cock and splatters against Heather’s panties in thick, messy spurts. “Oh fuck!” you scream out in ecstasy, arching your back and jerking violently as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

Heather stands up, gives you a smile, then walks out of the room without saying another word.