The light of day

In the light of the morning, her blood back where it belongs, Taylor realizes what she's done. All in a night, another person has seen her, touched her, masturbated her, and the weight of that memory settles on her heart...

THAT WAS SO FUN! Cary is so great... Watson is so cute... If I could sleep here every night...

She looks to her right and sees Cary sleeping peacefully. Beautiful greasy black hair strung over her pillow. She's tempted to look, to touch, to grope, to kiss, all these things are just within reach... but it's not even breakfast yet, that would be quite rude as the guest.

Taylor sleepily walks to the bathroom to pee. She usually sat down, there never was a urinal available to her, so sitting became a natural position. As she pees, she stares down at her sex. It looks different to her. It feels different to her. No longer does she look at it and feel shame, she feels... desirable. She looks down at her strange body that has been an alien to her all her life, and for the first time ever, she feels proud.

Someone wants me... someone likes me... I was seen and not rejected. Maybe I'm nothing to be afraid of, but rather to be enjoyed.

She dries the excess pee with a little bit of toilet paper, flushes, and then stands in front of the mirror, nude, basking in the glory she's suddenly found, proud, and fully erect. She puts her purple panties back on that smell a little from the night before and goes back to Cary's room. Watson's door is still closed, she wonders when he usually wakes up. She also wonders if she should leave a little gift for him to find...

Upon entering, Cary is naked, back facing her combing her hair in the mirror. Taylor's erection only intensifies. A blush comes upon her face as she closes the door, nervous to hide herself from the beauty in front of her.

"Ohh a little morning wood eh?" Quipped Cary turning around. This is the first time Taylor's seen Cary's boobs... They're beautiful, quite a bit larger than hers.

"Caryyy."

"Sorry sorry, it's still all very funny, I don't mean any harm."

"I know, sorry if I make you uncomfortable..." She said with hesitation.

"No no, not at all! It's very normal... I hear anyway."

"Hehe, it is normal! Mostly to stop the pee."

"How are you feeling about last night?" She asked while getting dressed.

"You know, just in the bathroom I was thinking that for the first time in my life, I felt desired, I felt proud of my body, and I felt unashamed of..." They both look down at Taylors erection, "of myself." Cary smiles with glee and runs up to hug her.

"Taylor, I'm so so happy."

"Me too..."

"Okay, I'm gonna go brush!" She said leaving to go use the bathroom.

They seemed to have an understanding that last night was special, but neither of them were serious about each other. They knew Taylor's heart belonged to Watson. Whether his did in return, they would have to see.

I need to figure out a way to get my panties in to him, or at least a way for him to find them without knowing I want him to. Perhaps Cary can help me when she comes back. I want him to know me...

Back from the bathroom, both fully dressed in fresh clothes now, Taylor asks Cary. "Hey so, um, quick question."

"Yuh huh?"

"I want to um..."

"Yeah?"

"I want to give Watson my panties from last night without him knowing... How do you think I could do that..."

"Girl you got it baaad."

"I knowwwww."

"Okay okay. Um, go down to breakfast and wait for him, he was just going into the bathroom when I was out. I'll go in his room, and slip it in with his laundry, he'll think it's mine or Cams and it got mixed up with his?"

"Do you think he'll..."

"What do boys usually do with old underwear?"

"I-- Well I'm not sure, but I want him to smell me and like it..."

They both blushed. "Well, Taylor, maybe your dreams shall come true."

"Has he ever... with yours?"

Cary stood confused for a second, "I've honestly never thought about that... I don't know how I would feel if he did... But let's focus on you for the first round hehe."

"Okay-- down to breakfast."

Watson woke up oblivious to all the girls had gotten up to last night. Although he was still thinking about seeing Taylor in the bathroom. It was strange for him to see her at the breakfast table when he walked downstairs. She was wearing just a t-shirt and jeans this morning, no hoodie to hide her petite figure. His mom and her are chatting about the newest episode of such and such. Taylor looked happy, content, at peace. Very different from her demeanor at school. He liked it... He liked it a lot.

Soon Cary came downstairs. Her and Taylor shared a look and a nod, she had done it, panties planted. After some small talk with mom, the three of them got in the car and drove to school. Camille hadn't come home last night--they wondered where she was, what she had gotten up to.