A Girl After My Own Heart

Put 100 girls in an identical school uniform, and one, maybe two of them will stand out. They will have a skirt that is somehow more voluminous than the others. It will rest just fractionally too high. No, I don’t mean up by their bums…that just looks stupid, although I know girls who roll their skirts up that high. It might feel naughty for them, but it frankly looks ridiculous. 

No, I mean just  slightly high. And when a girl like this walks, that voluminous skirt will swish around her, and get caught by the breeze and almost, almost show her panties. You see, the trick of this is that she will show her panties, but only when she wants to. Her mum will look at her with a slightly dour expression, but won’t force her to buy a different skirt. 

And yesterday afternoon, I saw someone dressed exactly like that. Her hips swayed when she walked, and I would bet serious money that there was a thong involved. Sometimes, the more courageous girls at my school would wear a thong under another pair of undies. One girl, (sadly not me) was caught wearing a thong, and all hell broke loose for her. But the girl I saw yesterday? All I can say is there was visible panty line, (VPL). 

Miss Brain locked on immediately to this girl. Whatever she was wearing over her cunt, there is no doubt in my mind that it was wet. I followed her along the main road in the village, and when she went into the cafe, I was right behind her. I don’t like this cafe. The coffee tastes like a dishcloth has been rung out in it, and there is an unpleasant smell of stale water. Still, this girl bought herself a Coke and sat on a stool by the window. I bought a diet Coke and sat on a much lower armchair a few feet away where I would see her thighs. 

Now and then, owing to a trick of the light, the cafe window acted a little like a mirror and gave me a tantalising view up her skirt, albeit a semi-transparent one. Something about her simply oozed sex. Every movement she made seemed to indicate she was as horny as fuck. 

God, how I remember those afternoons myself. Spending a day in school getting hornier and hornier. The long walk home. Feeling myself soaked between my legs and wondering whether I could wait until I got home, or whether I should have a cum outdoors….both thoughts making me wetter still. Oh, the number of times I would duck into a field (it’s mostly farmland around here) and squat down, or lie down and quickly rub one out! Somehow, I seemed to prefer squatting back then, there was something more dirty about it somehow. 

Then she swivelled round on her stool facing me directly. Her knees were apart just enough to reveal a green V between her legs. Miss Brain said “And I suspect that green V is almost black a little further down. A shame you can’t see it.” Fuck! Miss Brain can be such a fucking tease! I also realised I had spent way too long looking at her knees. I forced my eyes up to hers and gave a little embarrassed smile. 

Miss Brain then reminded me of two things. First I was sitting on a very low, very old and squishy armchair, and second that I was not wearing panties today. Because of the geometry of this fucking saggy chair, my knees were apart, and she could see my cunt. Oh! So that’s why she was smiling so openly at me! Oh dear. Still, I got a reward, as she just stretched her keens further apart and boldly flashed herself at me, and sure enough, there was the darker wet patch. 

I clamped my knees together automatically like some reluctant virgin. She could have no doubt it was in response to her flash. 

Then she slithered off her stool and went to the restroom. Miss Brain was in no doubt what she was doing in there and gave me a series of graphic images accordingly which made me drip! 

Now, pause here a second. When I was still working out my sexuality, (I didn’t know if I was straight, lesbian or bi or anything in between) some days, if I was horny enough (which was usually the case) I would find sexual stimulation anywhere, boys, girls, older men or women. It might be they were attractive physically, or weirdly, sometimes the opposite! It might be the way they were dressed or even the way they spoke. Before I had a g/g experience, I would pass a girl in the halls at school and suddenly feel a trickle in my undies. I would no sooner have tried anything with the girl than flown in the air. It was automatic. It just happened. I don’t think for a second that this girl was lesbian. She was just in that stage of her sexual emergence where anything is horny. A boy once said to me (I’d asked him what sort of things turn him on) he said “I’m a 17 year old boy. Looking at wallpaper turns me on! 

Then she reappeared. Still that swaying walk, she passed me and walked out of the shop. I decided I would rub one off here in this dismal little cafe. The ladies room consisted of on sink and one cubicle. Definitely the owner believes in doing the least he has to by law. Still, it meant she had to have done whatever she came in here to do in that cubicle. I went in and shut the door behind me. I undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I sat down, and the seat was still warm! That’s when I saw them. Hung on the coat hook behind the door. A pair of green panties. 

As expected, they were damp at the crotch, and smelled…..I don’t want to sy wonderful. That doesn’t do it justice. They smelled fresh, virginal, yet had that musky scent of a sexually mature girl. The best way to describe it might be this. I’ve had the pleasure of going down on a number of girls now, but the one who smelled like this was the very first girl I did it with. We were both virgins as far as boys were concerned. Neither of us had even seen, let alone touched a cock. I knew what a girl smells and tastes like, of course through my panty sniffing exploits at school. (It doesn’t count smelling or tasting yourself) But I learned that I was also smelling washing liquid and fabric conditioner too! When I got between my friends legs, it was pure, virgin yet highly aroused cunt…and the scent was intoxicating. Certainly not strong. No way could it be described as strong. Subtle? Yes. Multi-faceted. Certainly. Intoxicating? Beyond belief. 

And that’s what this girl smelled of. As expected, my cum was immense. And at the end of it, I slipped her panties into my bag. 

It reminded me of the first time I deliberately left my undies in a restroom. I didnt care who found them. It felt so erotic, but nothing close to as erotic as it felt when I ducked into a mensroom! The scent in there is overpowering! I mean enough to knock you over! I had made sure there was no-one in there by watching who went in and out. Then I ducked in. I got ‘trapped’ there when a guy came in for a pee, (which was quite exciting) and I left my panties on the coat hook there. The back of the door was covered in dirty drawings, phone numbers and other grime, so defacing the door didn’t bother me. I wrote “I’ve worn these all day. Enjoy”. Leaving them, knowing someone would pick them up, look at them, and hopefully wank into them was, at that time the most erotic experience of my life. 

So I could empathise with this girl. She too was exploring her feelings, her sexuality. As I said, I don’t think she was a lesbian for a second. I don’t think she knows what she is. But she does understand the value of wet panties! Maybe seeing my bald cunny helped her make the decision, or maybe she had, like me, spent a boring day in school with steadily mounting sexual tension. 

Sometimes, a girl just has to do what a girl has to do….

….even if she doesn’t understand the reason why.