Butterfly - Sex Stories

Butterfly

... myself.

I don't dare to look at her as she considers it. Finally, she answers, "Okay, that way I can wear these clothes tomorrow too, and I have less laundry to do myself. I'll leave them outside the bathroom door for you." And with that, she walks toward my room.

I follow behind, stopping in the bedroom as she continues into the bathroom. Then I go straight to work stripping the crusty sheets from my bed.If she had any idea that I've been soiling these over her, she would probably kill me. This is cutting it close as it is. There's the sound of the bathroom door opening and quickly closing again; when I look, there's a pile of clothes just on this side of the door. The top of the pile is a white bra and thong, both trimmed with pink lace with a heart motif. Knowing what her underwear looks like definitely isn't going to help with keeping my sheets clean going forward.

I finish changing the sheets as I hear the shower start. That's when I realize that there's only one towel out in the bathroom. I knock on the bathroom door and raise my voice over the running water. "There's another towel under the sink," I inform my naked crush (why am I wording it that way?) before I put her pile of clothes on top of the linens in my arms and head for the laundry machines in the basement.

As I leave the bedroom, I use my chin to hold the laundry in place as I use one hand to close the door. Unintentionally, my jaw rubs against the soft, smooth fabric of her thong. There's a scent ...

... I've smelled before, only it's never been this strong. My mind goes to times when she's hugged me, how her kindness seemed to flow through every moment of the gentle pressure. I linger a moment, savoring her aroma like some perverted panty thief, before delivering the load to the washer.

I start the washer and wait beside it until it's time to move the wet laundry to the dryer. As I'm transferring the items, I realize that her lace-trimmed underwear might not be safe in the dryer so I head up to ask through the door. Just as I get out of the basement, however, I hear her shouting my name. The tone of her voice sounds like she's in trouble, so I rush to the bedroom to help.

I throw open the bedroom door and don't find any trouble at all. There isn't even something like a spider or a mouse to deal with. It's just her. Naked. Lying on my bed. With a hand between her legs.

I turn around, my whole head probably turning purple. I just saw something I was never meant to see. Something that I'm sure will haunt my wet daydreams for years to come. "I—I'm sorry," I stammer out. "I heard you—calling my name. It sounded urgent, so I—"Wait. If she was doing that, why was she calling my name?

"Oh, I didn't think I was being that loud." She sounds just as embarrassed as I am.

"So it—wasn't my name, right? I must have heard you wrong."Or she was imagining someone else who has the same name as me.

"No, you—you heard right." Her voice suddenly drops in volume. "I was thinking ...