From Andy to Amy

I was playing with my cock absolutely every chance I got. On a quiet day, it was just once in the morning and once in the evening, but generally it was at least 3 or 4 times and often many more than that. I was, and in fact pretty much still am, an orgasm addict and just loved playing with myself. Anyway, back to the day in question.

I was busted! "I, err, look, erm, sorry. Didn't mean to," I mumbled.

In truth it was because they fascinated me. Not just her knickers, but all her clothes. I envied her - in fact I envied all girls. They had much nicer clothes to wear, much greater variety and everything was so much softer than the thicker, more robust and utilitarian clothes - including underwear - that I and the rest of the male half of the population had to make do with. It just wasn't fair!

"Well, don't, it's weird." she said, scooping up the crumpled cotton vision of perfection and throwing them on the desk chair across the room. "It's not like I go around staring at your underwear."

"You can if you want," I replied quickly. Now what on earth had possessed me to say something like that? I didn't want to show my pants to Nikki, and I am sure that she would have been grossed out by seeing them. They were just a pair of light blue briefs with red piping on them - not in the least attractive! Anyway, it would be embarrassing, and like any normal 18 year old boy back then my embarrassment threshold was set pretty low.

"OK." I hadn't expected that response!

"Don't be silly, I don't have any to show you. They're all at home!"

"Yes you do. You're wearing some." Yeah, that wasn't going to happen! I was wearing them so she would see me in my pants, and that had to be bad, right? I mean, seeing me in a pair of tight speedos which left nothing to the imagination whilst playing around her pool (I was SO jealous!) was one thing, but this was my underwear we were talking about! I couldn't let a girl see me in my underwear!