The Next Morning

You wake up the next morning at 1:00 P.M. Stretching your limbs out and yawning loudly, you notice Anna Kendrick still sleeping next to you. You vaguely recall memories from last night, but unlike most nights where you can only recall bits and pieces, you are content knowing everything went swimmingly. Stepping out of bed, you go to the kitchen and see Aliza preparing your breakfast and Kara sweeping up some garbage from the party last night. Your little team of curators was always a pleasant sight. As you peer around the corner, you see Sonja leaning over the railing of the balcony outside still wearing her pink underwear, so you slide the door open to see her.

"Hey, babe!" she says with her captivating smile. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Yeah, it was alright. Hey Sonja, are any of the guests from yesterday still here per chance?"

"Well I think Anna is still here since you were banging her all night. I could hear it in my room and it so fuckin' hot so a masturbated to the sound twice. Also, Cameron Diaz is passed out on the couch downstairs."

"Haha. She got pretty wasted last night, huh?"

"Blackout drunk is an understatement. Oh and by the way, you know how you got everyone to take their panties off at the door? I figured you wanted to keep all of them, so I told everyone they weren't allowed them back. They're all in a basket downstairs if you wanna know."

Your girlfriend is really the best.

"You think of everything, babe! I definitely wanted to keep all the panties so thanks for that. Okay, I'm gonna go get Cameron the fuck out of the house."

You descent the stairs and see her sprawled out all over the couch, bare naked with her ass facing out. Approaching her, you pull out your cock and cum all over her passed out body just for shits and giggles. "Whatever. I'll just kick her out when she gets up," you think. Suddenly you catch the laundry basket full of underwear to your right sitting next to the television. It's collection of playful colors was quite attractive and tantalizing, so you take it up to your room. Examining it's contents you notice that Sonja even had the curtesy to label them all, so you knew who was wearing what. Ariana Grande's blue thong, Mila Kunis' black cottons, Taylor Swift's pink hipsters and everything in-between. You pour out the basket on to your bed and dive into the pile of wool and lace and begin to jack off while sniffing each and every pair.

Just then, Anna wakes up next to you and rubs her eyes before noticing you perving out on the other side of the bed.

"Morning, dirty boy," she says, half-laughing.

"Oh hey. I guess I don't have to explain what I'm up to you."

"Haha that's fine. You find mine yet?" she winks. "They're clearly the nicest ones."

"Yeah I think so. Are they these red ones?"

"Yeah yeah that's them. Have fun sniffing my pussy over there haha. I should probably get going though."

"Why is that? You don't have any place to go know that you're working for my company now. Actually, Anna, why don't you join me?"

"Oh, um, sure I guess? I've definitely never done this but there's a first for everything right?"

"Exactly."

She climbs back into her side and positions her body and lays down.

"Okay. Throw me a pair, champ."

She jokingly emulated a snare drum roll with her voice as you mixed up the pile and threw her her randomly draw pair of undergarments.

"Woo! Kim Kardashian. I got a good draw. If only it was a holofoil."

You chuckle a little at her strange and sudden Pokémon joke. Before going to town sniffing up Emma Watson's grey VS panties.

"Here goes!" she said as she began to rub them on her face and fingering herself.

The two of you continued to mutually masturbate to all the effluvia of collective celebrity pussy, trading and throwing all the pairs back and forth like a couple of kids exchanging hockey cards. You begin to discuss which ones smelled better and all their undergarment choices. "These are nice, these are fucking ugly, these smell like fish, these smell like morning pine." You continued to spend the morning discussing, sniffing, and joking about celeb underwear with a naked Anna Kendrick while masturbating a rubbing them all over you body at 2:30 P.M. Is there a better way to spend an afternoon? You even pranked her into rubbing her clit to her own pair. The two of you climax in perfect synchronicity as per your wish, before fucking her again and sending her on her merry way. Maybe you should eat your breakfast now...