Six
Hawk lifted my feet one at a time to relieve me of my panties. They were simple white cotton. I’d bought them in an eight-pack package from Target. Part of me was embarrassed that they weren’t lace or a thong like I’d glimpsed some of the other girls wearing at the street racing party. But Hawk didn’t appear to mind.
He straightened, holding the panties up to his nose. I felt mortified. Even without the light I could see the soaking wet crotch area as compared to the dry, starched top of the underwear.
Hawk waved the panties in the air, twirling them on his finger in front of Eagle. Eagle reached out and snatched the panties from Hawk’s grasp. Eagle put his nose in the crotch. With his eyes on me, he took a deep, open-mouthed inhale. His eyes shuttered closed in ecstasy.
When they
