It was my turn to clean the flat, and that meant doing the dishes, hoovering, and the laundry, but I rolled over in bed and stuffed my hand down my knickers.
I heard the shower stop and realised that Melissa, my flat mate, had relinquished it. I reluctantly decided to get up.
“Amanda, I’m just popping out, see you later.”
“OK,” I shouted back.
The door clicked shut and the silence engulfed me. I showered and dried and when I was back in my room I let the towel fall to the floor and I slipped on a clean night shirt. The old one was destined for the washing machine, as were most of the clothes that occupied my floor; including day old knickers, blouses, skirts and even a few pairs of tights.
I smiled at the one pair of stockings. As it happened, that night turned out to be great, with me ending up being a dirty stop-out and spending the night at the house of a guy that I met at the pub. It was all Melissa’s fault.
I pulled my clothes together and formed a pile under my arm. I dumped them on the floor and hit the button on the radio. Decent music invaded the room and slowly crept into every corner of the flat. I turned it up loud. I gathered more clothes and then I grabbed some of the kitchen stuff and added it to the growing pile.
More to go, I thought, as I estimated the mound of clothes.
I wandered into Melissa’s room. The floor was full, just like mine. We had a system though, and that was everything on the left was used and everything on the right was new. I started to pick up the obvious blouses, shirts and skirts and dumped them onto the pile.
That was about it, by my reckoning. I stuffed it into the washing machine. I decided that I could probably squeeze a few more small items in and wandered back to Melissa’s room.
I hadn’t noticed it the first time, but the room smelt of sex, and I knew that no one had stayed the night. Light filtered through the crack in the curtain illuminating a swath of ground next to the bed. I picked up a few pairs of knickers to the left of it but my eye was drawn to the yellow pair in the middle of the light. I bent down to pick them up; shocked at the wetness I immediately dropped them again. I wasn’t sure what kind of liquid had washed over them and I cautiously lifted my fingers to my nose.
Well, it wasn’t pee. I was thankful for that but I was now drawn to them in a strange and enticing way. I dropped the ones in my hand and picked the yellow knickers up. The sweet yet musty smell intoxicated me as I lifted them to my nose.
I sat on the edge of the bed and fondled Melissa’s knickers; turning them constantly in my hand. I came across the wet patch and knew that it was exactly where her pussy would have been. I felt heady, my eyes started to close as I found myself taking in deeper lungful’s of air.