Tell her about the panties

“Yesterday, when you caught me…you know…”

“Continue,” Mandy says.

“I was using your panties. The ones that you just took off.”

You can’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. You are fully expecting to get slapped in the face and **** back to the registrar’s office.

You finally bring yourself to make eye contact with Mandy, and she whispers, “I know.”

“What!”

“I mean, I got a pretty good look,” she says jokingly. “But promise not to make it a habit. Any only use ones that are all already in the hamper. I don’t want to have to go to class commando because you couldn’t control yourself.”

“Scouts honor,” you reply, holding two fingers up.

“Dork!” Mandy laughs while swatting your hand down.

When you get into the elevator, you look over at Mandy, “Well, once a day doesn’t sound like that much.”

You pause for a moment, “Have you done it today already?”

Mandy wrinkles her nose and closes her eyes. “No! How could I?”

“I don’t know. I did it twice in the shower this morning.”

“Boy, I would have loved to see that.” Mandy says, then claps her hand over her mouth and squeals through her fingers, “Oh shit!”

“Really? You’d want to watch?”

Mandy still has her hand over her mouth. She nods no, then yes.

“It wouldn’t freak you out?”

This is totally unexpected, and it has your cock swelling quickly. Suddenly the elevator door opens, and you both start giggling on your way to the room.

“Do you want something to drink? I can run to the vending machines.” Mandy asks.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.”

“How about a snack? I can go get some pretzels, chips, snack cakes...” She looks over at you, “I’m making it weird, huh?”

“Yeah. Maybe a little,” you snicker.

Mandy comes over and sits next to you. “Since we can’t seem to find a secret of yours, I don’t already know. How about we ask each other questions? The more intimate, the better. And the only rule is…you have to say the first thing that comes to mind. No pausing to think. That way, we know it is the truth. I’ll even let you go first.”

You think for a moment, then ask, “Which hand do you use?”

Mandy grins mischievously, “I’m ambidextrous,” she replies while wiggling her fingers in the air. “Now, my turn. Do you watch porn?”

“Sometimes. But honestly, so much of what I see is too much. Too blonde. Too rich. Too made up. Too stupid. Too fake. Et cetera.” you reply.

Mandy raises an eyebrow.

“So anyway,” you try to recover some of your composure, “yes, I look at porn sometimes. But didn’t need any today, though.”

“What? Why not today?”

You shift uncomfortably. You are positive your erection must be starting to show. “It’s my turn to ask a question.”

“You can ask two in a row after you answer mine. Why no porn today?”

“I didn’t need it, uh, the extra visuals I got...this weekend.” you stammer, knowing it is a copout. You ask a question quickly before she can protest. “What’s your favorite fantasy?”

Mandy narrowed her eyes at you. “I’ll tell you my second favorite fantasy. I am a tourist in Brazil. He’s the tour guide for a canopy zip line tour. Nobody else shows up. He puts on my harness very thoroughly. We fly through the trees. He takes off my harness and doesn’t stop taking things off. We don’t ever make it back to the ground in that fantasy. Second question?”

“Wow. That’s... elaborate. Do you ever use toys?”

“Technically, no. I can’t bring myself to walk into one of those stores.”

“Mail order?”

“Yeah, right, and have my mom open it before I get home.”

“Oh. So never anything...”

Mandy lowers her head. “I tried an electric toothbrush once... It’s not really my thing... I mean, I have very good fingers.”

You can tell she is trying not to stare and the bulge forming at the front of your pant. “So today, since you weren’t looking at porn, what were you imagining?”

You balk. “Seriously? Come on.”

“I told you mine. My second-best, anyway. And I took the biggest risk. So spill it.”

“You,” you say, finally, your erection pushing hard against your jeans, “in a sundress.”

Mandy inhales. “Really? Me? And not just buck naked?”

“No. There’s no story in just being naked. There has to be a story. Like your canopy tour.”

Mandy purses her lips and asks, “What color sundress?”

“What?”

“What color sundress am I wearing in your fantasy?”

“Blue.”

“Hm. Hold on a second.” She jumps up and goes to her side of the room. You hear her rustling around. After a few moments, she excuses herself to the bathroom.

You sit still, hoping she isn’t going to come back with pepper spray or a security guard.

After a few tense minutes, Mandy walks back into the room wearing a yellow sundress. The transformation is remarkable- she has been dressed almost severely in plain clothes. She looks feminine now- fresh and smiling shyly. “I don’t have a blue one- I hope this is okay. I just want to help a little. Will this help?”

Your jaw is nearly on the floor. “Wow. You look amazing.” A little too amazing, you think.

“I wasn’t sure about the bra. I played it safe, though. What do you think? Should I take it off? Can see the straps?”

“Yeah,” you say, “the straps might be distracting.”

“Okay. That’s what I thought.”

To your amazement, she unhooks her bra and pulls it out from under her dress. You can see her nipples poking into the fabric. “I can’t believe I am doing this. It’s wild and fun,” she says, dropping her bra on the floor. She points at the bulge under your jeans. “That’s got to be uncomfortable. You can... you know.. take care of it here, if you want to?”