Monday mornings never got easier. Knowing that you had five difficult days of lectures, coursework, and study ahead of you before the freedom of a weekend presented itself again was always a strain, though today was different. Today was the first day I was going to wear one of my new panties all day, and what made it all the more special was that Sophie had even chosen which pair I was to wear. Her choice had been a sheer, purple set of lace panties that were quite transparent. They felt super comfortable, and the way in which they rubbed against me had already given me an erection. If they continued to make me react this way, I would have to find a reason to hide away in the toilets and allow myself relief.
Sophie had messaged me this morning requesting updates throughout the day, and where possible, she asked that I take a risky shot or two for her amusement. Right now, travelling on the underground, I was tempted to try and get one of those photos, but it was too busy on the train. There would be no way to flash a little of my panties without anyone seeing. I already felt exposed with the knowledge that I was wearing the panties, convinced that the people around me had X-ray vision and were silently judging me, even though there was no way they could possibly know.
Ever since I met Sophie, my life turned upside down, but in a good way. I wondered whether fate had led me to buy those panties on the day of the party. Sure we get on well together, but I don't think the results would have been the same if she hadn't been so turned on by the sight of me wearing panties. When I had left her house yesterday evening after washing off the make-up she had applied to my skin, she had genuinely seemed sad to watch me go.
I arrived at the station closest to my university and headed outside, walking around aimlessly for a while before finding a discreet, dark alley between two quiet shops that weren't open yet.
I vaguely remember using this space before after drinking at a pub after university. I had been so desperate to urinate that I found this place and remember thinking how private an area it was. The loud noise of the city played around me as I fumbled around unzipping my jeans. I looked around the corner to ensure I was alone before dropping my jeans to my ankles. Hastily, I took a couple of pictures whilst I clumsily stuck my ass out, cringing at how flat and unattractive my ass looked in the photos. I may have had a petite frame, but my ass didn't look the slightest bit feminine, and that bothered me for some reason.
Sophie replied instantly, expressing her appreciation for the picture and adding those emojis with the heart eyes and a couple of fire emojis on top. Immediately, she wanted more.
I couldn't help but smile goofily as I read her message. I never imagined I would find someone who would encourage this fantasy of mine the way she did, and then that person would also get off seeing me like this. I promised more pictures for later and then made my way to the first lecture of the day.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as the teacher droned on in a monotonous tone. The panties were still causing me some excitement and I felt a need to touch myself, though I couldn't right now in the middle of class. I'm sure that kind of behaviour would be frowned upon. I had made sure I had tucked my shirt into my jeans before sitting down, I didn't want any chance of anyone spotting the panties at all. Despite how nervous it made me, I discovered the risk of wearing the panties was another turn-on. Steve had noticed that I was distracted this morning and he seemed a little concerned. I assured him all was okay, but I knew he worried about me. I didn't have the same social skill or mental strength that he had, and I was sure he was worried about me falling into depression or hurting myself. I wanted to tell him that I was happier than I had been in a while, but that would involve telling him about Sophie and the fact I was wearing panties.
When lunchtime arrived, I sat down alone and rushed eating my sandwich before finding toilets that were out of the way and less likely to be used at this time. Thankfully I didn't have to explain my absence to Steve since he had gone to meet Lily and Sophie for lunch. Both she and Sophie went to a different college not too far from our university and Sophie had messaged earlier that she intended to interrogate Steve to make sure he was good enough for her best friend. I did my bit for Steve, vouching for him that he genuinely was a fantastic guy.
The toilets were thankfully empty as I rushed into one of the empty cubicles. It occurred to me that if I had been desperate to pee, I would have had to come in here as there would be a chance that I would reveal the panties if anyone used a urinal next to me. I sat on the toilet and pulled down my jeans, just as Sophie video called me.
"I've got a few minutes to spare before meeting Lily and Steve and I just wanted to see how you were?"
Sophie's voice soothed me through my wireless headphones. I saw my face at the bottom of the screen smiling goofily, and that was purely the reaction to seeing Sophie.
"Wait, are you on the toilet?"
"I am. Just finishing up."
I smiled sheepishly. I wouldn't have answered, but I didn't want to miss the opportunity to talk to her. Slowly, I shifted the camera to show me sitting on the toilet, my legs spread and my panties around my ankles.
"Oh, I do like the look of those panties around your ankles."
I hoped she was somewhere out of earshot from others when she said that.
"Let us have a little bit of fun, shall we?"
Sophie lowered the camera to her chest and pulled aside the arm strap of her top to reveal that she was braless today. With her free hand, she cupped and massaged her breast. Immediately, my cock reacted to what I was seeing by growing hard.
"Pull those panties up and start stroking that little cocklet for me." Sophie's tone was soft and encouraging. I would be sensitive about having my cock referred to as a 'little cocklet', but she made it sound genuinely affectionate instead of demeaning. I placed the phone down as I pulled up the panties. Moaning, I stroked my cock through my panties, focusing on the feel of the material rubbing against my cock as I watched Sophie play with her breasts and nipples. I longed to be with her, to cup her breasts in my hands as she stroked me, but for now, this would suffice.
"Slow your breathing. Try not to get too excited, sweety," Sophie reminded me as she took in the look of pleasure on my face. She had a point; I'd already cum all too quickly in her presence before, and I could feel that it wouldn't take much more attention before I left a cum stain in my panties. Thinking ahead, I grabbed some tissue to prevent myself from staining my panties.
"Oh, Lily's calling me; I have to go. Can you pull those panties and wait for me to call back later?"
I looked at the screen with an exasperated expression, but I quickly recovered and did as she asked as she kissed the camera on her phone to say goodbye. Blushing, I tried to ignore my cock throbbing for more attention under the panties. It seemed unnatural for me to leave it hard and without climax, but Sophie had asked me to wait until she was able to watch, and I was all too happy to go along with what she said. I'd felt things I thought I'd never feel thanks to her.
The frustration remained as I walked into my next class after an extended lunch break. Steve had returned from lunch with a grin from ear to ear as he said he thought Lily might be the one. For me, it was too early for him to make that statement, but it was clearly the way he felt. He was an all-or-nothing kind of guy; I knew that if things continued to go well with Lily, he would be with her for life.
"I passed Sophie's test; she seemed to like me."
There was no doubt in my mind that Sophie would approve of Steve since he was a likeable person, not to mention one of the most honourable people I knew. I hadn't told him yet of my weekend with Sophie, and Sophie had only sworn Lily to secrecy that we had hooked up at the party and had a picnic date. I wanted to tell Steve but I didn't think it was the right time. I still had a difficult time convincing myself that I wasn't dreaming the entire thing. Listening to him talk about his lunch date was a good distraction from the dull ache from not bringing myself to climax when stroking myself earlier. A part of me wanted to tell Steve everything, including my long-standing fantasy of wearing panties, but I was worried he'd think differently of me. I was always a little different, a little geekier and into things that most others weren't, but this might be too much for him. He already put up with so much from me, and I'm so different to some of our other friends.
That dull ache was still present as I raced back to the underground station to get home, only now there was an increased desperation to touch myself some more, although I wasn't that desperate to try to do it on a crowded train, even if I did attempt to think of ways to do it subtly without getting caught. It was a shame these underground trains didn't have a toilet on them. Things became worse when the memory of how she spoke to me on the phone earlier crossed my mind. I probably should have found the way she addressed me as emasculating, but it seemed to genuinely come from a place of affection. It didn't feel like she was trying to belittle or humiliate me.
The train stopped at my stop and I ran home and waited for Sophie to call me whilst pacing in the living room. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to touch myself, and although I knew I could touch myself if I really wanted, it mattered more to me that Sophie was a part of this. It meant so much more, even if it was through the phone.
"Hey, beautiful."
Sophie smiled as I answered her video call with a goofy smile. I recognised her room from spending an amazing time there Saturday night. Sophie took her top off and once again cupped her breast with her free hand.
"Now, where were we?"
"I seem to have forgotten," I said with a wry smile.
"Oh really? Well, I seem to remember you were being a good little girly rubbing that cocklet for me. Show me those pretty panties and get stroking, sweety."
Well, that did it; my cock instantly grew hard. I lowered my jeans so that I could start stroking it for Sophie. There was that word 'cocklet' again, and my god, did I respond to it. Hearing her voice urging me on as I stroked my cock through my panties put me in my happy place. It almost felt like I was floating, riding a high of endorphins. I watched Sophie as she played with her nipples for me, asking if I liked what I was seeing. When she saw me getting close, she asked me to hold my free hand behind my back and watch her as she stripped down and headed into the shower. Placing the phone on the side, she angled it so that I could see her whilst she showered. I was allowed to stroke myself again as I watched her tantalisingly lather her beautifully inked body with soap, and I craved to touch her glistening skin. On and off, she encouraged me to stroke myself. Keeping me on the edge of climax and then telling me to stop stroking myself when I was on the brink of release as she teased me by massaging the soap into her skin. I discovered that whilst I was in this sensation of euphoria, I was very compliant. The part of me that yearned for release screamed out in my mind every time I stopped stroking, desperate for that burst of pleasure that came with the climax.
"Keep going there, cutie."
I noticed that she was dressed and outside now. When did that happen? I'd been so lost in that euphoric, floating sensation that I hadn't even realised she had left the shower. Listening to her voice as she instructed me to stroke myself for her had put me in a lustful trance. The desperation for release kept growing whilst Sophie showed no signs of telling me to push myself over the edge as she asked for my address. My cock was so sensitive now that the gaps between touching myself and not touching myself were much more frequent. As Sophie arrived at the street I lived in, I unlocked the front door and left it slightly ajar so she could walk in whilst I continued stroking myself.