Sweet-Smelling Success, Part Three

Other girls yesterday may have smelled nice, but they were nothing like my favourite, and I just had to have that special smell again. Shyly I pinged her, though my trembly fingers could barely get it right.

"Um, you mentioned PE, wanna play?"

She pinged back that she would, and my heart skipped.

So I didn't have to wait long on the outdoor court, embarrassed to be seen there in my PE petticoat, before she swooped down from the sky and landed on her flat soles. Just like a girl!

So too was the bumping of her tee, and the smell which assailed my nostrils again, almost unbearably. Of course, that made my PE petticoat twice as embarrassing, because its folds were all tented-up in an instant. Once again, she noticed.

"Some boys in my year are onto boypants by now," she advised me. "I think they've got more room inside, so if that happens they're comfier than knickers like you wear."

"I'm not sure if I can play, wearing them!" I told her, and I really did mean it! They'd stretched as far as they were going to, and I was agony.

I think the girl saw, from my fidgets and squirming and my desperate helpless look, that I was being truthful. So she said she didn't mind if I played without any on, and very grateful I was as I clumsily skimmed them off. Then my eyes almost popped as she, without a thought, stepped out of her cargo-pants so she just had her back knickers on!

She took a red gym skirt out of her bag and clipped it round her waist. My face was red too! Then she took out her netball and stared to bounce it while walking, cheesily, showing off with a huge grin. I went limp at how much I adored her, but was frightened too of her getting the better of me.

"Er, you're not going to tease, are you?" I cried fitfully, wide-mouthed.

She giggled, and in reply passed the ball to me. Even it seemed to carry some of her smell, just from her having touched it, though surely that had to be my imagination! You could always pick up a bit of lingering girl-smell from standing where they'd just been though, so maybe this worked the same way. How I longed to breathe in her grubby knickers again!

I gulped hard and tried to walk while bouncing the ball myself, all the while hoping I she couldn't see I was scared. I nearly tripped over my persistent problem, and I was so anxious that my bouncy boy-bits were driving me frantic.

When she ran to intercept, pure panic shot through me. She was way better at this game, and I had no chance of hanging onto the ball. But her skirt-whirl as she tackled me pushed her black knickers and butt in my face - one sniff was heaven again!

"You're not bad - for a boy!" she told me cheekily afterwards. I blushed. That was always another way of saying I'd lost!

"Well, it's not like we can fly!" I protested, red-faced.

"As you've seen my knicks about a hundred times, why would you think I can?" she cried in response, really amused. "You should play me when I really do tease, I'd drive you up the wall!"

I smiled breathlessly at her. "Well, show me," I begged, excited. I was still very hot-faced and sweaty. She giggled.

"OK, try and get the ball off me now," she dared me.

I knew it was going to be a tease, but anything to get into smelling-distance again! I stumbled at her, still joggling away awkwardly under my skirts. The first sniff of her nearness made me weak.

She played like infuriating smug little boys do, strolling along and keeping the ball from me, making it look like she didn't have to try. Unlike when this happened to me with a boy though, I was thrilled! For being in such close proximity to her the whole time meant I could sniff in her smell with every deep inhalation.

"Wow, you're really good at this!" I panted happily when we stopped at last.

"Better than some boys I could mention," she teased affectionately, crinkling her freckly little nose.

"Let's play again some time," I pleaded, yearning for her deep within my petticoats. She said we could. Then collecting up her netball and sports bag she pulled her cargo-pants back on underneath her skirt, and flew off home like that.

END OF PART THREE