This Story Is About Cindy 1:3 - Sex Stories

This Story Is About Cindy 1:3

PART 1 CHAPTER 3 Cindy came back about ten minutes later, holding the blue and white stripped panties. She yelled at Claire that the next time she found her underwear left in the bathroom she would throw it in the pool. I choked on some oxygen as I realized I had almost sniffed a thirteen year old's panties earlier... yikes. The rest of the evening was a little dry, no pun intended. We got out of the pool, dried off, had some dinner (burgers her Dad grilled and a salad her Mom had thrown together) and then left. Conversation had been dull and quiet, and I could tell Cindy was still super embarrassed. Even the following Monday at school she shied away from me and refused eye contact. She even skipped lunch. Tuesday was similar, but during lunch she did sit with me. We sat in silence for the first fifteen minutes. Within that time we both finished our lunches. After a while, I spoke. "Hey... you alright?" Cindy sighed. "... Yeah, I guess so." "We can talk about it if you want..." I offered. She just shook her head 'no.' "... Do you wanna go for a walk or something?" I suggested, gesturing to the doors. I had gone on walks around the school often during my lunch periods the previous year. Plus I figured if she wanted to talk, it would give us some more privacy than the bustling cafeteria. Cindy looked up at me, and then her eyes shifted to the side a little. "... Sure. That sounds nice," she agreed. We threw out the remains of our lunches and stepped outside. Luckily it had ...

... cooled down over the past few days, and even though it was around mid day, the air was comfortable. We walked around the school, keeping quiet for a while. Cindy spoke as we rounded the first corner and began walking down the sidewalk the busses parked at. "... No one's ever seen me like that before," she said quietly. I wasn't sure how to respond. "... Sorry," I said uncertainly. Cindy looked over at me. "Why are you apologizing? You actually turned around and looked away. Most guys wouldn't do that." I just shrugged. Cindy bit her lip. "... Did you like them?" she asked hesitantly. "Wha- ... What?" I stuttered as my face started to burn, though I noticed her cheeks reddening as well. "Well, I don't mean to be weird, but... I've always wondered if a guy would think I was pretty. I feel like a creep asking, but... I can't really ask anyone else." I gulped. "Um, well... I mean, I haven't really ever seen anyone else's, but... uh..." "Really? You haven't?" she asked, sounding surprised. "No... why? Should I have?" I asked. "I don't know. I just thought you would have by now," she told me. "Why? ... Have you ever seen a guy before?" I blurted, and then immediately regretted it. She just gave me a sideways look, which I tried to ignore. I stuck my hands in my pockets and acted like I was suddenly interested in a shrub next to the school as we passed it. She looked away from me and looked down, watching her own feet as we strolled. "No," she finally admitted. We kept walking, and ...