Come back inside

Back in the house he went, drying off as he headed upstairs.

Ryan was on his way to the bathroom for a shower when he pauses outside Luna's bedroom door, his heart racing. The door is slightly ajar, and he can hear the sounds of laughter and splashing coming from the pool outside. He knows Luna and her friends are still swimming, oblivious to his presence in her sacred bedroom.

He shouldn't be here, shouldn't be standing outside her room like some kind of creep. But he can't help himself. The memory of their wrestling match, of the way her body felt against his, is still fresh in his mind. He wants more, needs more.

Slowly, carefully, he pushes the door open a little wider. The room is empty, just as he expected. Luna's bed is neatly made, her curtains drawn. He can see her desk in the corner, covered in school books and notebooks.

Ryan steps into the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he shouldn't be here, knows he's crossing a line. But he can't seem to stop himself. He walks over to Luna's bed, running his fingers over the soft fabric of her comforter.

He can imagine her lying here, her body stretched out on the sheets. He can picture himself beside her, his hands roaming over her curves, his lips trailing kisses down her neck.

The thought is intoxicating, overwhelming. Ryan's cock is hard, straining against the confines of his swim trunks. He knows he should leave, should go take a cold shower and try to forget about Luna. But he can't seem to make himself move.

As he sits on the edge of Luna's bed, his eyes are drawn to a pair of panties lying on the floor. They're a delicate pink, with a small bow on the front. He knows they belong to Luna, knows he shouldn't be looking at them. But he can't help himself.

He reaches down, picking them up with trembling fingers. The fabric is soft, almost silky, and he can smell Luna's scent on them. It's intoxicating, overwhelming. He brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

Ryan's cock is throbbing now, aching for release. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be violating Luna's privacy like this. But he can't seem to stop himself. He slides his hand into his swim trunks, wrapping his fingers around his shaft.

He starts to stroke himself, his eyes locked on Luna's panties. He imagines her wearing them, her perfect ass hugged by the delicate fabric. He pictures her taking them off, her fingers hooking into the waistband as she slides them down her long, toned legs.

Ryan's breathing grows ragged, his hips bucking into his hand. He's close... Just a little more...

Suddenly, he hears a noise from outside. Footsteps, laughter, the sound of wet feet on concrete. Luna and her friends are coming back inside.

Ryan's heart stops, his blood running cold. He stuffs Luna's panties into his pocket, his hand flying out of his swim trunks. He jumps up from the bed, his mind racing.

He has to get out of here, has to act like nothing's wrong. But he knows it's too late. He's been caught, and there's no going back now.