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Trying on My Roommate's Panties
(Giselle Renarde)

Trisha was nothing like the girls I grew up with.  In my town, we were all short and chubby.  Everybody looked pretty much the same.  Trisha wasn't short.  She wasn't chubby.  Her hair was curly, big, and amber-orange.  Maybe that's why I was so fascinated by her.  

And fascinated by her panties.

She wasn't exactly a neat freak.  Her clothes were strewn across the floor, and I picked up the first pair of panties I set eyes on.  They were red mesh with lace roses across the top.  

I'd never seen anything so fine in all my life.

Flipping Trisha's panties inside-out, I looked at the cotton gusset.  It didn't look dirty, but it didn't look clean.  This underwear had obviously been worn.  

I lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply.  

The scent of my roommate's pussy filled my lungs.  

My eyes fluttered.  

I couldn't believe how good she smelled, or how strong her scent was.

I don't know what possessed me to strip, but I'd taken my pyjamas off before I could stop myself.  Naked in my roommate's bedroom, I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror.  

No, I didn't want to look at my ugly body.  

I slipped on Trisha's panties and... ahhh... that was better.

They were tight as hell, not meant for hips as wide as mine.  I didn't care that her underwear was cutting off the circulation in my thighs??"they were red-hot.  More than that, they were Trisha's.  The idea that her pussy had been splayed against the same fabric that now hugged mine gave me a sizzling tingle.