Passion desire Lust

When Valerie opened the door to her apartment she was dressed in white cotton panties and a short T-shirt. Her hair was tousled and she wore no makeup.

“Jesus, you didn’t have to dress up for me,” said Jason when he walked past her carrying a small suitcase.

“Screw you. It’s Sunday and this is what I wear. C’mon, I’ll show you to your room.”

Jason followed her down a short corridor and his eyes were glued to her firm ass. It had been ten years since he had seen her in panties and suddenly he wanted her. He pushed the thought from his mind. There was plenty of pussy out there, no reason to risk their friendship.

Valerie opened the door to the guest room and stepped aside. Inside was a bed, a nightstand with a reading lamp, and nothing else. The window had white drapes and looked out onto the street below.

“You can put your clothes in my closet. I have made space for you. The bathroom is also in my room, and please, I beg you, put the ring down when you are finished.”

Jason laughed. “I promise.”

“I haven’t eaten so I thought I’d run down and get us two pizzas while you settle in.”

“Sounds good, but put some more clothes on.”

She gave him a grin and walked off to her bedroom and when she came back out she was wearing black sweats and a grey hoodie. She grabbed her keys from a little basket that stood on a table by the entrance door and when she had shut it behind her Jason put his suitcase on the bed and opened it.

He found Valerie’s closet in her bedroom which smelt of perfume and shampoo. He opened it and saw that she had pushed her clothes to the side and left two drawers open for him. Out of curiosity, he opened the third drawer and found her underwear. The colors were predominantly black and white with a sprinkle of pink and yellow. He took out a pair and unfolded them. It was a white thong and he wondered how women could wear such a thing. Sure, it made them look sexy, but having it run up your ass must be very uncomfortable. He folded the item and carefully put it back again. The fourth drawer held stockings, socks, and at the back, he found a red vibrator. He laughed and turned it on. It buzzed in his hand and he turned it off. It wasn’t very big, about seven inches he thought. After putting it back, he picked up his underwear and socks and placed them in the top drawer. He made two more turns with his T-shirts, shirts, and suits. Then he took out his toiletries and left them in the bathroom.

When Valerie walked in she found Jason stretched out on the sofa flicking through TV channels.

“I got you a Pepperoni.”

He lifted his head, and said, “Thanks.”

She left the boxes on the table in front of the sofa and went into the bathroom. When she came out she said, “are you a metrosexual?”

“A what?”

“You have more creams than I do.”

She moved his feet and sat down and pulled one of the pizza boxes towards her.

“I like to take care of myself, that’s all,” he said.

“U-huh. I have dated a few guys in my life, but none of them had any skincare products other than aftershave and maybe a face scrub. You have ten different tubes and bottles in there.”

Jason took her hand and put it on his cheek. “Feel that? Smooth, right?

She was surprised at the smoothness of his skin. She didn’t feel any stubble at all. “Wow, that is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it, so do I.”

“OK, grab me a beer from the fridge.”

He got up and came back with two bottles, which he opened using his keys from his pocket. “By the way, do you remember what we talked about Friday night?”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Valerie wiped some cheese from her lips and said, “sure, that women have the right to dress the way they want.”

“Well, when I was putting my things in your closet, I opened your drawer by accident. How can you wear those thongs? Aren’t they uncomfortable?”

She put down the pizza slice. “You went through my drawers?”

“Sorry, it was an accident. By the way, I like your toy, do you use it often?” He laughed and moved away when she punched his shoulder.

“Stay out of my drawers, OK. And if you must know, the toy was a gift from an ex-boyfriend. I never use it.”

“Sure, you don’t. Hey, I am not judging you. Every woman has the right to play with herself. It’s not that I don’t jerk off sometimes. It’s human nature.”

“Uh, gross. I am eating.”

Jason laughed and took a big bite from a slice of pizza.

“But, to go back to your question, wearing a thong is not uncomfortable at all, at least not after a while. The first time I used one it felt a bit strange but now it’s like wearing regular panties.”

“Thank god for that, I love women in thongs, it makes them look so sexy.”

Valerie giggled. “It feels sexy too.”

“I prefer boxers to briefs. I like to have my things hang free, so to say.”

“I remember you wearing briefs when we were younger.”

“That’s because my mom bought my clothes.”

Valerie couldn’t resist. “And you never tried any of her panties?”

“Fuck you!”

She laughed. “All I am saying is that from wearing a wig and heels, it’s not farfetched to think you might try a pair of panties too.”

“Do I have to remind you that we did fuck, and if I am not mistaken, you liked it a lot.”

Valerie blushed. She had enjoyed those summer months long ago, and she must admit that even though Jason had only been eighteen, he was a good lover.

“That means nothing. You are a great guy in bed, but that doesn’t mean you don’t like to play dress up.”