Willpower, Part Four

With Katie's knickers in one fist before my face and the other hand up my boy-skirt, I drew in a deep breath and began.

The first clumsy touch was heaven, mingled with twinges of too-tight underpants pain, my fingers squelching down on stiffness while essence of Katie sluiced through my nostrils and fired desire all through my body to the tips of my toes. The rapturous teeming centre of it though was the front of my underwear, and I groped again greedily then pressed down hard with my palm, gathering up my pants-fabric then releasing again in a continuous motion I couldn't get enough of. And all the time I sniffed, eyes closed in bliss, clutching Katie's precious panties to my nose and lips. They were suffused with her. I couldn't imagine what she did in them all day to get them smelling like that!

For a while I let it carry me on my own dizzy little private cloud. This was so the absolute best I'd felt all day.

Soon enough though, it became clear that if I did it for very much longer, something was going to happen. And how I wanted it. Sniffing deep at Katie's gusset and moving my hand in that steady rhythm, it was suddenly all I wanted. I tried to fight it back, because it would mean all my resistance in the gym and on the bus would have been for nothing! I couldn't let Katie win, and I knew full well how ashamed I'd be afterwards. Just now though, that didn't seem to matter, while my cheeks were flushed and my head spinning from the smell of her. It would be so sweet. It would be the best one I'd ever had. Oh, I was so going to do it!

Then before I could - a knock at the bedroom door.

Ice-cold fear and guilt shot through me and I flung Katie's knickers back on top of her crumpled uniform at once, terrified of being caught in the act. That would have been the worst thing I could possibly dream of! Not that every last bit of evidence was possible to hide, because the bulge in my boy-skirt was only going to go down on its own time. I'd have to open the door just a crack, like I’d done before! It couldn’t wait though, so I jumped up, and on not quite steady legs hurried over to do so.

Through the narrow gap I saw the cheeky freckled face of Chez, Katie’s annoying little brother. “Hey, sis told me you’d come round!” he sang. “What you doing?”

“Your parents wouldn’t let me visit again if I answered that!” I flung back, wishing he’d go.

“So, wanna throw a netball around?” Chez asked eagerly.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” I cried, then immediately regretted putting it that way.

“Just because I’ll win,” pouted Chez, looking exactly like his sister. “Aw, scared of losing to a little first-year!” he teased me.

“Yes, fine, I’m scared of losing, now go change out of your netball pants or something!” was my reply, and I closed the door on the little pest. Then I heaved a huge sigh, glad to have got rid of him at last.

I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to keep on going, after that! My stiffness had gone down while I was trying to get rid of Chez, helped along no doubt by my panic he might see. Having said that, my boy-bouncies were starting to ache, as they always did when I stopped halfway through. That was going to annoy me so bad if I didn't finish off, so it was probably the thing to do, just as long as I still could!

I set off back for Katie’s grubby laundry-pile with this in mind, but when I passed the small bedroom window, I stopped at once and stared.

END OF PART FOUR