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Title: High School Days
I've been spending some time thinking back to my high school days recently, growing up in the late 80s. Some of those heists were excellent, as much for their early craftmanship (and stupidity) as for the sexual thrill they induced. However, more than anything, the most critical memory I have is the only time that I have been caught red-handed. Surely, other times I have been "highly suspected", but not caught. There was one time in high school that there was no two ways about it: she knew. Her name was Alicia.
One of the more interesting panty-related stories in my teen years was my friendship with a girl named Alicia. She and I had been friends since early childhood, but never dated for some reason. Our moms were friends themselves, going back to their high school days. By the time Alicia and I got to high school, we had intertwined but distinct social circles. She became very gorgeous as a teen, was a cheerleader, a ballet dancer and tended to date older guys a class or two ahead of us. I had lots of friends too, but a different circle, a bit more "academic". Alicia was short (about 5'3), large chested (C cups in high school, a bit too big for a ballet dancer!), had long blonde hair, a strong athletic build, blue eyes and great skin. A very attractive, wholesome girl by any measure.
Every now and then, Alicia and I would get together to go see a movie or have dinner together or go to the beach. We had a strong connection, and in retrospect I can say that we should have dated. Sexual tension had emerged with puberty. But, high school is high school. Our time was largely innocent fun, except that by the summer before our junior year, she was starting to feel more confidant about flirting with me. In addition to almost certainly being sexually active with her boyfriends, she had also started working at The Limited in the local mall, which included a lingerie section. She was becoming sensually confident. She would tease me by talking about how great thong panties were. This was my first encounter with the concept. Oh, how I liked it!
I think to flirt with me more than anything (although feigning total innocence), one day she showed me a pair of her thongs when we were in her bedroom. She pulled them out of her dresser and held them up. I showed only mild interest, but my heart pounded. She did not know about my already blossomed panty fetish, so, this was like gas on a fire. She told me I should get some thongs (I think she called them "g strings" back then) for my girlfriend at the time, Cindi, because they were "really comfortable". Uhuh. Looking back on this as a mature guy, it's so obvious. Why did I not bone Alicia and dump Cindi? Oh well. Stupid youth.
I have one specific memory in mind that I'll summarize regarding Alicia:
First, I was at her house to pick her up before we went to a movie one summer evening. She was running late and was still to get in the shower. She told me to just hang out until she was ready. Her parents were not home. This was one of my earlier forays, and I was shaking. I made my way immediately to her bedroom when I heard the shower start to go. Mistakenly, I thought that women, like men, just jumped into the shower when they turned it on...
I went into her room and over to her closet hamper and immediately found three pairs of her panties. All of them were the silky string bikini cuts, the type that dominated that day, but we see less and less of them now (you know the type, a silky fabic with the 'scrunchy' string on the sides, usually with any kind of pattern on them or in white, black or pink solids).
Being careful to listen for the shower, I got on her well-made bed and heavily pillowed bed with the panties and pulled down my shorts. I got some kleenex from her nightstand and I intended to jack off right there on her bed... I just put one of her white string bikinis to my nose and about passed out from the heavenly scent of Love's Baby Soft and young pussy. To this day, the smell alone of Love's Baby Soft can make me cum.
I began to whack away and then I suddenly realized that I could hear the shower noise more clearly. I still remember my thoughts of that moment so clearly. I remember thinking that it was strange that I could suddenly hear the shower so much more loudly... I still had the three panties laid out in front of my and was idly stroking my cock, just drunk on Alicia's smells.
And then, in the corner of my right eye, I saw a flash of white. I remember that I saw white in the hallway. My heart raced at the realization: The reason the shower sounded louder was that the door to the bathroom was open. My GOD: She wasn't in the shower yet!
I turned my head completely in the direction of the door just in time to see the shape of Alicia's face and body pulling back out of view. She was in a robe.
I sat up on her bed and reflexively pulled up my shorts in one motion.
Then I heard it: the door to the bathroom closed quietly and the shower went back to its previously muffled sound.
I got up and threw her panties back in the closet hamper and peeked out in the hallway. The door was shut and the shower was running.
I really panicked then. I realized the KEY strategic mistake that I had made. Visions of Alicia telling her mom and then calling my mom ran through my head. Of Alicia telling her friends, of Alicia yelling at me and telling her to get out of her house... The whole range of badness. I began to shake terribly.
I went back into her room and made sure the panties were back in the hamper in some way close to how I found them. Then I went out to the living room and turned on TV. I waited very nervously. I considered leaving, but then I decided that it would only make things worse. I realized I had to play it cool, and just hope... It was the worst 20 minutes of my life. I was trapped by my own stupidity.
Eventually the shower stopped and a few minutes later I heard Alicia move to her bedroom.
She emerged several minutes later and I heard her walking across the kitchen... She walked up to me in the living room wearing a Polo shirt and khaki shorts. From my expression, she knew I was concerned. I simply could not hide my fear when I saw her. With a gentle look on her face she said, "I'm really sorry I walked in on you. Just, just don't worry about it." I apologized profusely, simply saying, "I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry,". She tried to keep me calm. I was shaking. We hugged. "Shh, don't worry about it,. Really," she said to me. "I'm sorry I walked in on you," she said again. Not being sexy and coy, simply stating it. And that was that. I couldn't believe she was saying she was sorry for seeing me jacking off on her bed. Alicia never told a soul....
Alicia was very, very mature for her age. I've often recollected that having an older brother probably made a difference. She knew what boys were like. So, perhaps when she saw me, she simply knew I was acting on a natural impulse. I think its telling that Alicia went on to become a psychologist and is today a doctor in a major US city.
After this event, Alicia did not change how she acted towards me. There was only one time when she mentioned to me that the event had occurred, when I visited her at work at The Limited one day and she was up in the Lingerie section working. I went up to her and a co-worked joked that she made me come all the way back to the lingerie section to talk to her and she said to the co-worker, another young woman, "he doesn't mind, he loves panties, don't you?" and I just got red-faced and said, "yup."
In the final year of High School, I would later steal several pairs of her panties while at her house, and I suspect that she knew I took them. To this day we remain friends, and we've kept our mutual little secret to ourselves. I'm a lucky man to never have been "outted" by her.
Every now and then, I still jack off thinking about Alicia... I can't help it!
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