Only "good girls" get their undies back

"Okay now the coast is ... clear! Clear! CLEAR!! Go go go go go GO!" I cried from the driver's seat of my sedan, my trademark braid swinging wildly as I tried to push my roommate out the passenger side.

"Oh my god, Caroline, this is insane," Hailey shriek-laughed, dragging her feet as she unbuckled her seat belt.

"Just go! We don't know how long he's going to be gone!" I slapped her shoulder twice, trying to get to her to move, but Hailey was all giggles.

"Focus Hailey, do you have the package?"

"The package? Girl what?!?" She chortled as she opened the car door. I slapped her playfully again. "Yes, yes, I have 'the package'," she said making air quotes with one hand and holding up my silk panties with her other. "Oh my god, you skank, you're giving him ones that are used?"

After matching with Nick on Hook, Line, and Sinkr, I had been obsessed with figuring out a way to lock him down. I wasn't **** by any means, but with my full college schedule, I had been in a bit of a dry spell, and sexually I had desires the average college boy was ill-equipped to handle. My last disastrous hookup had called me a freak over my simple request for him to fuck me naked against his dorm room window. He didn't want "other people to see" or "to get in trouble". I tried to explain to him that that's what makes sex actually hot, but he wouldn't listen. So I left his dorm, flashed his roommate a titty, and went and cried in my bed, only stopping after fantasizing about the campus police catching me while I jilled off. Get in trouble, my ass.

No, Nick was going to be different, I would guarantee that. I was bone-tired of dating little prudish boys. I needed rough-hard sex and someone who was man enough to give it to me. So after a little social media stalking and a background check later, I was in front of his house having my roommate stuff used panties into his mailbox.

Now you may think I'm coming on a little strong, and to be fair I was doing it partly for the rush, but I had my reasons. I wanted Nick to be fully prepared for what he was getting into, so inside the panties I had enclosed a note explaining that if he wasn't cool with this, he should just stay home. Worst case scenario I was out a pair of panties, but it's not like I ever did anything fun with them on unless they were down by my ankles.

Hailey slammed the mailbox shut and ran back to the car, laughing to herself all the way. Her giggle was infectious, and I started to cackle too as I waved her inside.

"Okay, it's done, hahaHAA, drive slut, drive," my roommate said pointing at the road. With a scream, I quickly obliged, looking out the window at the man walking his dogs, who'd been staring at us the entire time. I blew him a kiss.

Yes, I remembered every detail of sending Nick those undies, but upon coming back to reality, I just looked into his eyes and gave him a wolfish smile.

"So did you get my...present?" I said, cocking a bare hip at the boy, my tawny skin clearly visible through the slit in my wine red dress. I could even feel the hairs at the edge of my braid tickling my exposed flesh. The finance bros behind me certainly took notice.

"Whoa that shifted things," Nick grimaced, looking around, the tendons in his neck sticking out as he stared at my lap. "Uhhhh what'd you say? Right, present....yes." He gave me a thumbs up, "um, thank you..."

"And...did you like...my present?" I asked in a low voice, pulling my dress aside to tease more naked thigh. The indent of my soft folds were just out of sight, and I started to lazily stroke my nails against my curves as I slowly turned. Exposing more and more of my bare right buttocks, I rubbed the naked flesh with my open palm, ground my fingers into my derriere, and punctuated the display with a sharp spank . The finance bros were finally silent.

"Ahhh shoot, I think I just made you remember it, not that it actually happened," Nick muttered to himself. "Did I like it? I...believe I did?" He smiled nervously.

"Ughh," I threw up my hands, letting go of the dress. "Come on Nick, take this seriously, this is important to me," I shoved his blazer on the ground, and got right up in his face.

"I gave you those panties so you knew what kind of girl I was," I whispered, right up against his cheek. "Now I need to know what kind of man you are."

"The man that...has your panties?"

I dug my nails into his forearm. "Do you want me to wear them to the table, big man?" I hissed into his ear, praying that he'd finally take charge.

"..."

"...No."

The scenario seemed to have clicked for Nick. He drew himself up straight, finally standing taller than me and grabbed me by the harness, hooking his fingers onto each snake as he pulled me forward. "Only good girls get their panties back."

I pushed him away, slapping his hands off my serpents to see what he would do."Nuh uh, nice start, but you haven't earned those yet."

The boy seethed, a hand reaching into his pocket. "And how are those earned?" He said nodding at my breasts.

"Guess." I said emphatically.

Nick frowned then raised a bushy eyebrow, "what else about me _disgusts _you?"

Oh we're still playing that game? Fine, I'll bite. "You're sweating from your arm pits," I enunciated each word, "You wreak. Your shirt is a damp mess, and I can smell it from here."

"Well then I wish I wasn't sweating," he replied cooly, "and I smelled like the thing that most turns you on in the world."

I shuddered, breathing him in as if for the first time. Nick smelled of leather and wet pennies, bananas and mahogany, yet somewhere deep within it all he smelled like...

Nilla Wafers

Derek, my freshman boyfriend had a thing for them, to the point his dorm room always smelled like vanilla. We had been fooling around for a while, but despite my clandestine internet interests I was woefully inexperienced and nervous when it came to sex acts. So, as I was wont to do, I was in his dorm room lying on the bed, Derek eating Nilla Wafers and watching porn, and I offered to give him a handjob, but Derek wanted a blowjob instead. I was practically apoplectic, but wanting to be the cool girl swallowed my fear, and well, went to swallowing something else...

I got between Derek's knees and did my best to listen to his coaching, telling me what felt good and not to go too far when I started to gag. I felt like I was doing nothing right, just rolling around his shaft and too scared to even touch his balls, and my fears were made all the worse when I realized his roommate Chaz had entered the room behind me.

"She give good head?" He asked. I froze, just Derek's crotch and the yellow wafer box in my field of view. I didn't even think to remove Derek's schlong from my cheek.

"The best," Derek grinned, "you want a go?"

Not expecting my boyfriend to suddenly pimp me out, I started to protest but was presented with my second penis of the day. For some reason, mouthing off on one while looking at the other didn't phase me. Like I had an audience to perform to and observe my elegance or decreasing lack thereof.

But perform I did! I swallowed one dick while stroking the other, slobbered and licked cock while petting the second against my cheek. I choked and got sloppy with it, smudging lipstick onto the base of both shafts. I even sucked on one of Chaz's balls, while staring up daintily into Derek's eyes.

"Much more of this and I'm going to explode. Derek's girlfriend strip for us, I wanna find the best place for us to finish," commanded Chaz.

It occurred to me, from the lack of my boyfriend's complaints, they had clearly done this before. But by that point, I was simply too far gone to care.

So after observing my breasts, my back, the length of my braid, and my feet, Chaz and Derek decided they would finish on my ass, provided I kept my winter tights on. I had a grey set that year that paired really nicely with a silver cage bra I'd bought. No longer nervous, I waited with my head down for them to pump their loads, and just lay their on the carpet as their warm jizz oozed and dribbled around my tights. The smell of vanilla still reminds me of that sensation to this day.

With both hands, I ran my fingers through Nick's perfect hair, breathing in his scent with a lustful giggle. My arms at his shoulders, I looked into his eyes, practically cock drunk as I was that day back in freshman year. He pulled me up, pressing me against the patio window as I drew him into a kiss, not caring that my dress had bunched up and the diners of Sovereign Steakhouse had a clear view of my commando caboose.

Nick drew in closer, pressing my back and exposed cheeks up against the glass. I held his face in my hands as we frenched, while Nick's fingers roamed around my hips and the slit of my dress, possessively. His wet lips enclosed on the top of my mouth, tasting it as we enjoyed the warmth of each other's tongues. Still it was his aroma, his scent, that drove me wild, and I kept breathing and panting, practically hyperventilating, to keep bathing in his scent.

I withdrew from his lips with a pop, trying to get a hold of myself, but I was pretty sure Nick could throw me over his shoulder and drag me back to his hut like the cavewoman I was.

"We should...probably...go get our table," I murmured still a little dazed as I looked in his eyes. The vibrating reservation disc had still not shut up.

Nick smiled and turned to wink at the stockbroker-types, who whooped and gave us a few "Ow ow's" for good measure. I shivered, wondering what parts of me my captured audience had gotten to see. But as I readjusted my dress, Nick just walked inside the restaurant. Shuddering I raced after him, not ready to be left behind by that man.