This story all took place on what was a very sad week for me. Joanne had been a good friend of mine for years.
I had asked Joanne if I could see her before she moved away to university, but she was too busy packing to go out anywhere. She did, however, invite me round to her house to help her pack.
I arrived at Joanne's and she took me up to her room, which was a mess, boxes everywhere. I sat on Jo's bed as she packed various books and videos into the correctly labelled boxes.
Suddenly, from a pile of dirty clothes on her floor, Joanne flicked a pair of dirty knickers up into my face. I think she expected me to call her disgusting and throw them back at her or something, but instead I picked them up off my lap where they had landed after hitting my face and held them up in front of me by the waistband. They were soft pink with a striped waistband and a couple of little bows.
"Are these for me?" I asked, which is when Jo got the opportunity to say "ugh, don't be disgusting" to me. Jo tried to snatch them back but I pulled them away.
"Do you really want them?" Joanne said.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind."
"What for?" she asked.
"I dunno, as a reminder of you when you're gone."
I moved my hands down onto my lap, trying to cover the bulge that was forming in the front of my jeans. I'm sure Joanne noticed. She caught me off guard, grabbed the knickers out of my hands, and in the same movement brushed against me, making it impossible to hide how I was reacting.
Then she did something I didn't expect. She climbed onto my lap so she was facing me, pushed the soft fabric against my mouth and nose. I inhaled as she pushed me backwards, forcing me on to my back with her on to. She was only wearing a thin skirt, and I could feel her through my jeans.
"Do you like them?" she asked, still holding the knickers against my face.
It was hard to answer with them pressed there, but I managed a muffled yes. They were clearly recently worn, the scent filled my head, and was enough to make me shift with desire underneath her.
Joanne reached behind her, undid her skirt and lifted it off over her head. I was left on my back with the knickers over my face. I didn't dare move them. I looked up at her now sat on top of me in just a short white top and a pair of pretty yellow thong. I could feel the warmth of her through the fabric even with my jeans between us.
She started rocking slowly against me, the yellow thong rubbing over the front of my jeans. My breathing quickened causing me to take in more of her intoxicating scent. Every small movement made me push up to meet her. A damp patch began to show on the yellow fabric as she kept moving.
Jo continued, her face went red and her breathing became faster. Her thighs tightened around my waist as the tension built, then she rocked harder until she came, letting herself fall forwards onto me. Only then did she move the knickers away from my face so she could kiss me.
We stayed like that for a few minutes until she became aware of how hard I still was against her leg. She climbed off, stood up, put her skirt back on, then reached underneath, slipped off the damp yellow knickers and handed them to me.
"Here, you can have these," she said, smiling teasingly. "Come on, get up, you can help me pack."
