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Title: What Was That Smell
Jim listened for the car to pull out of the driveway. As he heard his mother drive away, Jim laid back and thought about his upcoming day. He figured there was about seven hours, or so, before his sister got home. And even longer before his mother did. That should be plenty of time to do everything he had planned. Jim enjoyed his newfound freedom. Once he turned 13, his mother began to allow him to stay home alone, when he was sick. In the past, he would simply lay around the house, waiting for his body to fight off whatever the ailment was. But today would be different. Today he was going to visit his sister's room. Previously, he had never really been in there. There was always too much pink, for his tastes. Over the past several weeks, however, he had begun to take notice of his sister's body, and the clothes she wore, and he assumed he was somewhere into puberty. Not a big deal, he supposed. His voice hadn't begun to change, he still felt like himself, he had begun to get erections at what seemed the most inopportune times, and he had begun to notice the girls at school were just a little more than other kids in the class. But nothing he wasn't able to deal with. His mother changed that, though, when she taught him how to do laundry, this past weekend. Saturday morning his mother had him bring the laundry basket down to the washer. She then discussed the various types of clothes. Whites vs. colors, cottons vs. denim vs. something else, and delicates. When she mentioned that, Jim's cheeks began to redden. She explained that he shouldn't be embarrassed. At some point he would have a wife, and she would appreciate him knowing how to handle her delicate items. Once her instructions were given, she stood back and watched as Jim sorted the clothing into their own piles. As expected, his mother's and sister's underwear were the most difficult. He needed some help in putting the white, cotton ones in the correct place. Also, some guidance on how to determine if something could simply be washed with the colors or needed to go with the delicates. Jim had always been a fast learner, so once he told his mother he understood, she left him to handle the rest. Jim was bent over the basket, still sorting laundry, when he caught an unfamiliar smell. He looked at the item in his hands; a pair of his sister's underwear. He brought it closer to his nose, and sniffed. It was definitely those. He opened them out, to take a look at them. They were a creme color, sort of lacy, just a string around the sides, and a pink bow at the front. He turned the underwear from one side to the other, but couldn't see anything to indicate where the smell came from. He then brought them closer, and opened them, to look inside. The first thing he noticed was an extra piece of fabric where they would rest against her crotch. He then noticed that there appeared to be a stain on this fabric. Not sure if what he was doing was gross or not, he tentatively brought the crotch up to his nose, and about fell over with the strength of the smell. It wasn't displeasing. He just wasn't sure what it was. Jim decided that he wanted to look at these some more, and try to figure out what all of this was. At 14, he knew he didn't know much about girls, and was too nervous to ask his friends. They would never understand how come he didn't already know, and would definitely rag on him. No. He was going to figure this out on his own. Jim stuffed the panties into his jeans pocket, thinking Traci would have plenty, and would never notice they were missing if he only kept them for a week. He could then toss them back into the laundry, and simply pretend that he must have missed them on the last wash day. When he went back upstairs, he detoured to his room and stashed the panties underneath his bed, then took off to Ted's house. They were supposed to play on Ted's video game system all afternoon. That night, lying in bed, Jim pulled out the underwear and sniffed them again. The odor was still there, but a little less strong. He wondered if these were the ones Traci wore Friday night, when she went out with Steve. If that were the case, then maybe Steve had gotten her excited, and that was what he smelled. He then wondered if they had sex. At 17, he figured she was sexually active, and that might explain the stain. Though, he always imagined that semen stayed inside a woman, after sex. But nothing else seemed to make sense. It was then that Jim noticed he had an erection. He realized that thinking about Traci having sex with Steve was what excited him, and the thought that this is what he was smelling, in the underwear. He laid back, took a deep sniff of the underwear, and began to masturbate while thinking about Traci and Steve. In his mind he saw them sitting on Steve's couch, cuddling and kissing. Deep, passionate French kisses, like he always heard about. Eventually, they tired of this and their hands began to explore each other. Traci's hand went to Steve's crotch, where his erection was noticeable, even in his jeans. Steve would run his hands down Traci's back, over her butt, before moving around to the front and up to rub her breasts through her top. After a couple minutes of this, he would begin to unbutton her shirt. Slowly, letting her anticipation build. All the while they would be kissing, ignoring whatever lame show was on television. Once done, he would slide his hand inside her shirt so he could feel her breasts through her bra. Her nipples would be hard (this he knew about) and he would gently rub them between his fingers. Maybe she would lean back to give him better access, pulling her shirt apart, or even taking it off and tossing it to the floor. Traci would lean back on the couch, thrusting her breasts out so he could continue to rub them. She would keep one hand on his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans, while he continued to use his fingers on her nipples. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he would trail kisses down her chest until he reached her nipple, where he would suck it into his mouth. Traci would lay her head back, closing her eyes, cradling his head in her hands, as he sucked on her covered nipple. She would moan softly when he did everything just perfect, to help guide him where he needed to be. Finally, he would reach up and fumble with the clasp on her bra. Jim had noticed, while finishing the laundry, that all Traci's bras hooked in front. He had gotten a charge out of this and knew that any woman he met he would want her to wear that same style of bra. He figured that bras were all the same, so it shouldn't be a big deal. Once undone, he would stare at her breasts as Traci would lean forward to pull the bra off and add it to the shirt on the floor. She would then lay back and he would bend down to take her nipple straight into his mouth. He would run his tongue around the nipple, maybe flick softly across it, and suck gently, always trying to find the things Traci liked the best. He would be considerate and switch, occasionally, from one breast to the other, thinking this would increase her pleasure. When he felt she was ready, he would slowly slide his hand across her stomach, over the button and zipper of her pants, to her crotch. He would press his hand against her, then slowly start to rub up and down. This would excite her, and she would respond by getting wet, which would be caught in her underwear. With this, Jim realized that he must be right about what the smell was. He brought them up, for another sniff, before again lying back and fantasizing again
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