Just as the ecstasy was fading, my second orgasm hit me like a freight train. I barely had any air left in my lungs and I gasped for oxygen. I stuck two fingers inside me while I played with my fleshy button. I turned my head and buried it into my pillow, screaming until I couldn't anymore.
The pleasure slowly subsided and my muscles finally relaxed. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to regain my breath. I sat there and stared up at the ceiling. Was it wrong to think of my stepdad that way?
But it felt so damn good!
I peeled my panties down and they were completely drenched with my wetness. I threw them in the dirty laundry hamper and opened a drawer for a fresh pair. Except my drawer was empty. Looks like I'm sleeping commando tonight. I put on my night shirt and dragged my dirty laundry downstairs and placed it next to the washer and dryer. My mom would probably have these done before I even wake up tomorrow.
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I awoke to a banging on my door. My eyes fluttered open and I turned to face my alarm clock. It was only 9:30 am. Still way too early to get up.
"Come in," I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
My mom opened the door with a big basket of clothes. "Good morning, Violet. I washed your dirty laundry."
"Thanks Mom. I was almost out of underwear."
"Now get up and come downstairs. Kevin is making breakfast."
My ears perked up at his name and then the smell of pancakes and butter floated into the room. "I'll be down in a minute."
My mom smiled and left. I rummaged through the clean laundry and pulled out some pink panties. I slipped them on and then started to put the rest of the clean clothes in my drawer. When I got to the bottom of the basket, I realized the red panties I wore the night before (the ones that were soaked all the way through) weren't there.
I quickly scanned my room. Maybe they fell out when my mom came in? Or maybe they got mixed up with her underwear. It happened all the time. No big deal.
I put on a low cut blouse and tiny skirt that showed off my long legs. It didn't matter what I wore because it always seemed like Kevin wasn't interested. One time I even came downstairs wearing only my smallest swim suit and Kevin barely even looked at me.
I knew he wasn't interested but that wouldn't stop me from lusting after him.
I ran downstairs and skipped into the kitchen. My mom was sitting at the dinner table, shoving a forkful of pancakes into her mouth. Kevin was by the stove, pouring batter into a pan.
"Good morning, Kevin," I said, sitting next to my mom.
He glanced over at me. "What are you doing up so early? Don't college girls sleep in until noon."
"The smell of a good breakfast can wake the dead," I replied.
Kevin focused back on the pancakes and chuckled.
"Hey mom, I noticed a pair of my panties were missing from my clean laundry. Do you think they might have been mixed up with yours."
My mom looked up from her food with her mouth full. "Nope, I didn't do any of my laundry this morning. Only yours," she said, swallowing a big lump of food. "Maybe they fell out in your closet when you took out the hamper."
"Yeah probably," I replied.
Kevin came over and set down a plate of flapjacks. His musty scent filled my nose and was overpowering. "Thank you," I said.
That's when I caught him peeking down my blouse. It was only for a second but I knew he did it because he quickly averted making eye contact with me once I caught him. I smiled to myself and dug into the delicious breakfast.
"So how is school, Violet?" my mom asked.
"Doing really well," I replied, spreading butter over the pancakes. "I think I'm going to get an A in Journalism 101."
"Thats good to hear. Any cute boys up there?"
Kevin was cooking the next batch of pancakes and he directed his ear towards our conversation.
"There's a lot of cute boys but nobody I'm really interested in. I don't really have the time to hang out with anyone because I'm either at class or always studying."
"Well I want you to get good grades, Violet. But I also want you to have the college experience. Go out and party once in awhile. Let your hair down."
"Let your hair down? Does anybody even say that anymore?"
My mom laughed. "Yes people still say that. What I'm getting at is that college is a unique experience and once it's over, that's it."
I nodded. I didn't want to tell my mom that I was out partying almost every night. But it was good to know that she wanted me to let loose.