Wrong Number Chapter 7
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Later that night, when the house was quiet, I again let a dose of sticky cum fountain out of my cock onto my stomach, where I wished I had Jennifer's panties lying ready to collect the gooey mess.
Ever since I had asked my sister that fatal question I had avoided her and either slipped out of the house before her or lurked in my room till she was gone, so we hadn't had each others company walking to school for more than a week. She didn't seem to mind though and even if I felt a little left out I decided that I could live without her company.
When I entered the class-room that morning I saw that the seat beside Jennifer was empty and I plumped down in it. When she lifted her nose from the book and saw that it was me she blushed, not from embarrassment this time, but from joy. She gave me her little smile and almost whispered her 'mornin'. Some heads were turned when I sat down beside her but no one did or said anything to embarrass her more, they all knew how shy she was. Some of the girls even smiled in approval.
I walked her home and we said 'good-bye' at her gate. When she looked over her shoulder this time and saw me standing there she smiled but didn't flick her skirt up, much to my disappointment. I was however content with the day anyway. Later that evening she even called me on the phone and we spoke for quit a while.
Saturday came, and with it a flutter of nerves in my stomach. I had never been on a date before, and what if she had changed her mind? I hadn't asked her when we spoke on the phone Friday evening. I decided to call her late that afternoon just to make sure that I should pick her up. I breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed our date.
At the cinema I put my arm around her shoulders and she leaned her head on my shoulder. It was really nice to sit together like that, felling the warmth from her body against mine. As the film progressed I forgot to watch the screen for longer and longer periods, but that was a cheap price to pay to feel her head on my shoulder and her knee touching my knee.
After the movie we had a soft drink at a café and talked a little. Well, actually I talked a little, Jennifer talked a lot. The shy girl wasn't all that shy any longer. She seemed to have saved all her words for just this moment and now they just ran out of her. She was funny too and I think I laughed more during the hour we sat opposite each other at the table than I had done for the whole year so far.
When we walked home I wrapped my arm around her and drew her closer, and she let me. At her door she turned up her face and kissed me. At first it was just lips touching lips but slowly the kiss got hotter and hotter and soon we were frenching like mad. For me it was the first time I had ever kissed a girl this way and I think Jennifer was just as inexperienced as me.
During the kiss my hand strayed slowly up the side of her body and soon my thumbs touched the outside of her breasts. They had a spongy feeling to them and the hills weren't all that big, even for a fifteen year old they were surprisingly small but they weren't confined in a bra so that made up for the smallness. My thumb had a very pleasant time as it played with the upsweeping curve of the small tit and at the peak found another peak, a hard nipple! Her kiss became more feverish when she felt my thumb play with her breast but suddenly she tore her lips away, took a step back, drew a deep breath, and shook her head.
"What?" I asked anxiously. "Did I hurt you?"
"No!" she almost cried out. "No," she repeated softer. "On the contrary."
Even in the dimly lit porch I could see her face and she was blushing again. I felt like a heel causing that blush.
"You did nothing wrong," she again consoled me when she saw my anxious face. "It was too good." With that she bent forward, gave me a soft kiss and opened the door. Before she had time to close it behind her I called softly.
"Jennifer! No peek tonight?" I teased when she turned and looked at me.
With a bright smile she flipped her skirt up facing me! The short glimpse of her panty covered soft hill between her thighs made it difficult for me to walk home.
Late Sunday evening we spoke on the phone. She had been away with her parents and brother visiting her grandparents but her soft 'good-night' made my day.
Monday at school brought another surprise. As usual I had lagged behind my sister. When I arrived I saw her talking to Jennifer. I hurried over to them. I didn't want Sue to sow any bad thoughts about me in Jennifer's heart. When I approached them Sue gave me a bleak smile and then walked over to join her friends. Soon she was lost in the throng.
"What did she want?" I asked, more hotly than I had intended.
"Nothing. Just talk," she said laconically and changed the subject.
This scene did however repeat itself almost every morning for the next month but since Sue seemed to be nice to Jennifer I did not comment on their little talks again.
Then one Saturday as we were walking out of the cinema, hand in hand, Jennifer suddenly stopped. She drew me aside from the people milling to get out at the same time.
"Can I ask you for a favor?" she said in a low tone of voice.
"Anything," I promised without any hesitation.
"Do you think... Could you... You know when... Do you remember..." she quieted and her blush was again the old beet red.
"What?" I hurried her.
She drew a deep breath and then blurted out a sentence that I had to strain my hearing to comprehend.
"Do you remember when you borrowed my panties and gave them back to me and they had your sperm in them?"
She didn't look at me after that.
"Yes, of course. How can I forget?"
"Could you... Umm... do it again?"
"What? Wear your panties?"
This time she turned and looked at me, laughing softly.
"Weeell, you could if you wanted to. But I thought maybe you could, you know... do it in them and then give them back to me the next day?"
I had to think about this proposal for a while, not long though. I remembered the soft feeling of the thin fabric against my cock and that I had wanted to keep her panties to have to wank off in.
"Uh, OK," I said a little tentatively.
"Wait here," she disappeared into the restroom for a while and when she came back out she handed me a small, crumpled, soft little bundle. She had taken her panties off and was now walking around panty-less!
I noticed that she had two red spots on her cheeks when we sat at the table in the café and I wasn't stupid, I understood that she was embarrassed by not having anything under her dress.
When we later stood on her porch and I kissed her I let my hands stray down to her hips. When she did nothing to stop me, I tried to sneak one to the front, to where her pussy would be, but that hand she stopped with a soft grip and replaced it on her hips. The one that had strayed down and lay on her firm butt she left where it was and I was so mesmerized by the feeling of her soft cheeks in my hand that I could do nothing more than caress the twin globes. Finally she broke away.
"I have to go in now," she whispered. As usual, she opened the door, and framed by the light, she stood there watching me stop by the gate. She would give me a last wave before she closed the door behind her but this time I again stopped her.
"What about a show?" I called softly.
She hesitated for a moment, then a smile spread on her face and she reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly, slowly started to lift it. I saw her slender but rounded thighs and just as I was sure that she would give me a frontal view of her pussy she turned around and flipped her skirt up over her ass showing me the two perfect globes for a fleeting instant. With a coquettish glance over her shoulder and a happy burst of laughter she closed the door.
That night I used her panties to catch the flying sperm, and since we didn't meet on Sunday, that night I repeated the action making the crust that covered the gusset big and thick.
On Monday when I picked up the books from my bag I handed her the soiled pair of panties and she blushed when she squeezed them in her hand before she sneaked them down into her own bag. She fidgeted around in her desk chair for the whole class and when the bell rang she grabbed her bag and almost ran out of the room. She didn't turn up till the bell rang for the next class and when I looked at her she seemed a little out of breath and her cheeks were a little red but she gave me a big smile as she sank down in the chair beside me.
As usual we took the back path home from school. Halfway into the small woods she stopped, rummaged in her bag for a while and then she handed me a fresh pair of panties.
"The same procedure as last time, please," she almost whispered.
"Where... ? What... ?" I almost stammered, not daring to ask her where the panties I had given her were.
Intuitively grasping my meaning, she whispered, "Oh, I wear them," and blushed.
"You're what!? But... but isn't that dangerous? What if..."
"Oh, don't worry," she interrupted. "A sperm can only survive so long in the air. Well... Nothing is totally safe, is it? You might be a daddy even before you've... You know?" she giggled happily.
"I don't believe you!" I blurted.
"Oh no? What about this then?"
Slowly she hoisted her skirt up till I could clearly see the bottom of her panties. I sank down on my knees on the soft ground and closely inspected the panties, well, to be honest, I looked more at what that was faintly visible through the thin material. I could clearly see the contours of her bush as a darker patch against the cloth. It was wide spread, but judging from the way her panties didn't bulge out, not with much growth to it. Suddenly she let hem drop and hid her treasure from me.
Even though her cheeks were red her smile was bright and she held my hand as we walk the rest of the way up to her home. She gave me a quick kiss and a smile, and then she was gone.
That night when I lay in bed with her panties in my hand it struck me that they had recently been pressed tightly against that plump, warm little pussy. Could there be any smell left in them? Eagerly I pressed the panties to my nose. It may have been only my imagination, I don't know, but I felt that I could actually smell her fragrance, a little different from the way she smelled when she leaned up against me. A short while later I coated the gusset with a thick blob of sperm, and one more layer the next morning.
When I sat by her side the next morning in class I sneaked the panties into her hand. She looked down, perplexed, and when she saw the still damp spot in her panties she looked at me.
"My god!" she whispered. "Do you do it every day?"
What could I say? I hummed and huffed a little. I couldn't well tell her the truth, that I did it every day, most times twice and many times three times a day. I just nodded my head mutely.
She sighed a little.
"Well, I'm gonna have to do a whole lot of washing, aren't I?" she giggled and I smiled a weak smile.
The next break she again disappeared into the girls' bathroom and was even a little late for next class, running in just ahead of the teacher. She was breathing a little heavily as she sat down beside me.
At the same place in the woods she again handed me her panties, the ones she had worn to school that morning. Again I demanded and was granted an inspection. As I was lying on my knees in front of her looking at her crotch, I noticed a wet spot almost in the middle of the gusset.
"They are still wet!" I blurted out alarmed and pushed my finger at the wet spot.
Jennifer almost jumped out of her panties when she felt my fingers touch her and her hand came down, almost slapping my hand away. I looked up at her, a little hurt, still not realizing what I had done. She took me by the shoulders, drew me up on my feet and stepped in close to me.
"Sorry," she whispered. You just surprised me." She gave me a kiss to show that she wasn't mad at me.
The same scenes repeated themselves for the next two months and then the term was coming to a close and we would be separated for more than a month. She had to go with her parents to her grandparents' as they did every summer and even though it wasn't more than a couple of hours away by car it could just as well have been on the other side of the globe. We both felt that life was unfair.
Then one day after my inspection she smiled happily at me.
"I have solved your problem," she said.
"You have solved my problem? I didn't know that I had a problem," I answered like a moron, not having a clue what she was talking about.
"Yes. I've made arrangements for while I'm gone."
"You have?" I still didn't know what she was talking about.
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