Sweet-Smelling Success, Part One

At the supermarket I glimpsed a girl I liked, who wore big glasses and had lots of freckles and lots of frizzy hair. Her boobs were two little bumps pushing out her faded tee.

I so wanted to talk to her. She was shopping with her parents while I'd braved the place to look for pants. She could be very provocative when she wanted, and today was being silly and dancing a bit to the music that was playing. Soon I was uncomfortable in my underwear just from watching her.

She was wearing light brown cargo-pants, but she had no idea how to. I could see her black knickers through the fabric, and a corner of that secret elasticated cotton was actually poking out above her waistband. So girl like her would have said that was one point for me, at least!

Sure enough, out in the car park she couldn't fly after her parents to the level where they were parked. Still watching her in secret, I saw how she was concentrating hard, blushing pink and presently red under her heavy smattering of freckles.

Hurrying over, I stumbled through an explanation that made me blush almost as much as she was doing, then flipped my skirt to show her my pants - which made me blush even more! But at least it gave her back her power of flight, which in all decency was the only thing I could have done.

"Thanks, you're sweet," she sang back, and my heart raced to be talking to her at last. "Ping me later and let me know what I can do to thank you," and so saying she lifted off and flitted away.

"You're being too nice to me, I should thank you!" exclaimed the girl, when we met later that day and I insisted on buying her a big can of fizzy drink. She was enjoying it though, glugging it down and steadily getting her smell on, and that was all part of my design. The next part however was going to call for blushes on my part!

"Um, so are those still the same knickers you had on when you were trying to fly?" I asked, pink-cheeked, because as before I could see them through the thin fabric of her cargo-pants.

Another glug, and - "What's that got to do with anything?" she demanded, starting to blush a little herself. "But, yes."

I was thrilled. I'd hoped she wouldn't have thought to change them!

So I told her what she could do to thank me. "Not to keep - I can give them back to you tomorrow!" I added truthfully. "So you won't lose them, I only want them overnight!"

I don't know if she quite understood what I meant to do with them, though she looked smellily dubious. Nevertheless, she said OK and my heart leapt. "Just as long as you buy me a pair now that's the same, so I don't get in trouble at home," was her one condition.

So we did that, and she went home wearing a brand-new pair of black cotton knickers into the bargain. I felt luckier than her though, because I had the ones she'd worn while straining to fly, and later while getting her smell on again, burning a hole in my pocket...!

My favourite. My most special cheesy favourite girl. And her sacred little black knickers were all mine.

I laid them lightly on top of my bedspread and cried for a bit, sobbing.

Then I gulped hard as I thought of the twin little bumps that moved under her faded tee. That seemed almost too much. To think the girl who'd smellied these knickers had those...!

Trembling, I lifted the the things at last and wafted them near my nostrils. I wasn't just teasing myself, to make it last. Truly, there was so much smell even from a waft that I almost swooned.

What would the back be like? And as for her gusset...?

I began to have serious doubts that I'd be able to cope with it. I'd always wanted this, and it was way than I'd ever had, all at once.

There was a lot to be said for teasing myself though. I had another sniff from a slight self-imposed distance. Girls teased me, so I was almost euphoric to be in control of that for once. Any boy would have teased himself.

She had so, so many freckles. They splattered that pretty tomboyish face with the big round glasses, framed by masses of frizzy fair hair. She was adorable. And her double T-shirt bumps...

I couldn't resist. I plunged my face deep into her gusset and drew in through my nose with all my might. There was more smell than I'd ever believed possible, and that did it. For the first time in my life, I popped.

END OF PART ONE