Lily's Panties

I was getting comfortable living with Lily. She was a little more “out there” than I was comfortable with when she first became my roommate. As time went on, however, I became accustomed to her openness. At first, I was taken aback when I got down into the kitchen in the morning, and she was sipping coffee in nothing but panties and a t-shirt. I started showing up for morning coffee in my briefs, just to get back at her. She didn’t care, and as time went on, I kind of liked the feeling of it. It soon became my morning ritual. One of her pairs of panties, though, really made me horny. She had these white silky pants. Low cut. They had delicate white lace around the waistband and a little satin bow at the front. For some reason, these always made me hard.  I tried to hide my boner, but from the devilish smile on her face, I knew she knew what she was doing to me. After a while, I stopped doing all but the minimum effort to conceal my erections around her.  Her philosophy was that we shouldn’t be ashamed of nature.  I had a tough time coming around to that, having been raised in a strict religious house, but I was liking it. One day, I awoke, took my shower, and started to get dressed. Upon opening my underwear drawer, I noticed that Lily had done my laundry again.  All of my underwear was neatly folded an arranged in my drawer.  I took out a pair and another pair came out with it and fell to the floor.  It was a pair of Lily’s panties. Not just a pair… THE pair.  The pair that always gave me a hard-on.  They must have gotten mixed in in the wash. I was going to return them, and then I had a strange thought.  What if I wore these today?  My dick plumped up at the thought.  What the hell? They were missing in the wash as far as Lily knew. I’ll just sneak them back into the laundry after I’m done with them. Nobody will be the wiser. I stepped into them and slid them up over my butt. They felt good sliding over my ass. They were so low-cut that they barely covered my ass crack. Getting the dick into them was a bit of a challenge. There wasn’t a pouch as there usually is in male underwear. Plus, my dick was getting hard. I crammed it in as much as I could, but parts of the scrotum stuck out the sides. The silky fabric felt good against my shaved balls and the head of my dick. The lace around the waistband, and the little bow were driving me crazy! I felt so horny now. I pulled my jeans over my little secret, finished dressing, and went to class at the university. The experience was exhilarating. I sat there in class among my classmates and my professors. Not one of them knew that I was wearing Lily’s panties under my jeans. Chatting up female students between classes, I got a thrill wondering what they would think if they knew.  Standing at the urinal, I had my fly open and my thumb hooked in the waistband of the panties, feeling the lace, the material, the little bow. If the guy standing next to me had looked down, he might have seen the lace poking out of my fly.  I pulled them out a little just for the thrill of it.  Nobody ever looks down at the urinal. It’s an unspoken rule. The whole day was exciting. The touch and feel of the fabric on my body, wearing the panties amongst unsuspecting folks, the taboo. It was all too much. When I got home I went straight up to my bedroom and locked the door.  By now, Lily knew this was a sign that I was going to beat off.  She didn’t disturb me. I stripped down and laid on the bed. I took the panties into my right fist and jacked off, luxuriating in the silk.  I rubbed the lace across my balls and underneath them. It was soft and cool. In no time at all, I was coming hard.  I shot directly into the crotch of Lily’s panties.  I just kept coming into them, one spurt after another.  They were soaked! What was I going to do now?  I took them to my bathroom and washed them off.  I wrung them out and hung them from my shower curtain rod.  I went back downstairs. “You must have been really excited”, Lily said, with her mischievous grin. “You didn’t even stop to say hello”. I just grinned, still turned on by my little secret. When the panties were dry, I slipped them into her dirty laundry basket.  The perfect crime! A few days later, I rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, and went downstairs for a cup of coffee.  Lily was down there. Today, she was wearing a pair of black panties.  No, wait, these weren’t her panties at all. They were my briefs! “I figure turnaround is fair play”, she said, crossly. I was busted. She continued, “I don’t mind you borrowing my things, and normally, if you had asked, I would have been more than happy to lend them to you.  But these are expensive.  You stretched them out, and they’re stained.  I can’t get those stains out.”  I felt horrible. But still a little turned on. I stood there in my underpants with semi developing. Lily picked up the panties.  I did see that the elastic was stretched beyond capacity, and the cum stains were permanent. “Still, I’d like to see you model these sometime”, she joked.  She held the panties up in front of my pelvis to get a look at how they would look on me. “I’m sorry”, I said. “It won’t happen again. It was a one-time thing”. She smiled.  “I keep forgetting about how horny you guys are”, she said.  “My underwear are off limits, though.” She thought a bit.  Then she said, “If you’re embarrassed, I could pick some up for you next time I’m out”. “No, I’m not usually into that”, I said.  “Really, it was just seeing these in my laundry. It set me off’. “I know you like them”, she giggled. She threw the panties at me.  “They’re yours now. Do with them what you want”. I can’t remember if Lily emptied my bathroom trash can or if I did. If she did, she would have noticed, right on top, a pair of panties with pools of spunk in the crotch.  I wonder how she would have reacted?