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Chapter 3: Panties

Two days went by without me hearing anything from her. I texted her twice, careful to not look desperate — even if that's exactly what I was. I had far more questions than answers now, like why it was so important her roommate didn't know about me. Or when I was going to see her again.

Or what the hell I was supposed to do with these panties.

It's not like I wanted them. Sure, I'd worn them, but that was only because Adalyn wanted me to. And I wanted Adalyn so bad that I'd do just about anything for her. Including, apparently, crossdressing. Now, looking at them got me so hot and bothered that all I wanted to do was put them back on and finish what Adalyn had started.

She'd obviously want her underwear back, especially since they matched that nightie-babydoll-thing she'd put me in. It would be a shame for her to not have a full set. Not that I cared about girl stuff like that, but when I got to see her again, I wanted to see her in it.

I had no idea what to do with them now. I wasn't even sure if I could wash them, so they spent those two days just laying on top of my dresser. She wasn't returning my texts, so did she want them back? I knew where she lived — should I just bring them over?

No, it's super weird to bring back used underwear with no warning. Anyway, that's not what I want to do with them anyway…

So what happened next was the only thing that I could do. The only explanation for why I did it was that I was desperate. It definitely wasn't because I enjoyed it, no matter what happened at the end. I had to get them out of my life, and the only way I could do that was, well — finishing what Adalyn had started.

I got hard just slipping them around my ankles. They pushed my cock upwards, the tip poking above the satin bow in the waistband. The cupped my cheeks in soft, smooth satin. I glanced at myself in the mirror and felt an illicit thrill run through my body. They were shiny and sweet in the sunlight.

They looked good on me.

My hands were shaking as I reached down to my cock. I hesitated for an instant, my heart in my throat. I was so curious — I had to know how it would feel. But could I? I knew it would feel incredible. Was I ready to deal with that? What would happen when I finally let the truth out?

Every inch of me was alive with sensitivity as I brushed my fingertips experimentally across the bulge in the satin. My stomach was full of butterflies, my breathing slow but shallow. I lost track of everything around me. My focus narrowed in on the panties, on my cock, on the cool smoothness of the satin encasing it.

This is how Adalyn likes you. This is how she wants_ you._

I stumbled backwards onto the bed, running my fingers up and down the underside of my cock. I closed my eyes and imagined Adalyn above me, watching me with a satisfied smirk as I stroked myself through her panties. She would be wearing something shiny and black and tight, her perfect breasts shoved up to her chin.

"Do you like your pretty panties, slut?" she'd ask, even though we both knew the truth.

"Yes," I'd whisper, shame mixing with pleasure and somehow making everything even more delicious. "Yes, I like them."

"But you want more than panties, don't you?"

"No!" I'd object.

"Of course you do," she'd snort with an eye-roll. "It doesn't matter anyway. I want you in a pretty dress, so that's how I'm going to get you."

"You do?"

"Yes, slut. With bows and lace and heels, so when I fuck you, I have a pretty slut to look at."

"You're — you're going to fuck me?"

"I'm going to use your cock like it's my dildo and ride you until I cum so hard I can't walk for a week. And if you're lucky, maybe I'll even let you cum too."

"In the dress?"

"I'll stroke you while you hold your sweet skirts in your arms and balance in your sexy heels until you spray your cum all over your cute little panties. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

My cock was out of my panties now, and I realized I was stroking it. Why was I even fantasizing about that? I didn't want to wear high heels, and I definitely didn't want to wear a dress. Even if Adalyn told me that was the only way she'd sleep with me, I had a limit. And that was too far.

So why are you so turned on thinking about it? asked the tiny, pestering voice in the back of my mind.

I ignored it. Adalyn liked me in panties, so maybe she'd see me again if she knew I was wearing them for her. As silly as it was for a guy to send a girl a picture of him in panties, it was the only option I had left.

I slipped off the bed and grabbed my phone, posing in front of the mirror with my cock tenting the blue satin. But it felt strange, and the pictures looked awkward and uncomfortable. I deleted them and sat back on the bed with a huff.

You need to show her you're enjoying them. She needs to see what she's missing.

What she needed was a video.