Wet Desires(An Erotica Collection)

Once a virgin (3)

Alone, I examined the panties closely. They were just a normal pair of black panties. The only thing odd about them was a small roundish object that had been sewn into the material at the top of the crotch. I squeezed it, and it felt hard and smooth.

Lifting my skirt, I pulled down my white cotton panties, revealing the curls of my blonde pubic hair. My fingers brushed through them absent-mindedly as I studied the black panties again. I had nothing to worry about.

But as I pulled them up my legs and stretched them over my hips, feeling them snug against my mound, I felt a small shiver of apprehension as the hard object nestled against the top of my vaginal cleft. Lately, there had been several nights where I couldn’t get to sleep because of impure thoughts running through my mind. And that particular spot had tried to tempt my fingers into touching it. But I had resisted, reciting Bible verses over and over in my mind until I fell asleep.

As I smoothed down my skirt, I felt the weight of the object pressing against me. But to my relief, it was hardly noticeable, and I knew then I was going to win this bet. I knew it.

I opened the door and went back out into the living room, where Justin was sitting on the couch waiting for me.

I lifted my arms and performed a slow twirl, then grinned at him. “See? I have it on and it’s not affecting me at all.”

He smiled. “I haven’t turned it on yet. Have a seat.”

I sat down beside him, curiously examining the small white plastic box he held in his hand. It had a button and a dial on it. “Turned on?” I asked.

“Yeah. This is the remote control for the panties.”

Doesn’t matter, I told myself. There’s nothing he can do to–

He pressed the button, and suddenly the object in my panties began to hum softly, vibrating gently against my sensitive skin. My mouth opened in surprise, and I almost gasped. He turned to look at me, but before he could, I forced a stoic expression onto my face, and gave him a slight smile.

“Feel anything?” he asked.

I forced my face into a curious expression. “No. Is it on?”

He tapped it a few times against his other hand. “The red light is on, so I guess it is. You sure you don’t feel anything?”

I shook my head, holding my smile in place.

He tapped it a couple more times, and then turned the dial up to the one-quarter position. The vibrations immediately increased, and I felt jolts of pleasure firing off inside of me. Oh my god.

I tried to mentally quote Bible verses, but none were coming to me at the moment. I fought hard to maintain my breathing, and keep the calm expression on my face.

“Anything now?” he asked.

I shook my head again.

“You sure?”

“Nothing,” I replied, hoping my voice didn’t betray me.

“Shhh,” he said, then c****d his head. “Do you hear that?”

“No.”

He leaned over and placed his ear near my lap. The room was quiet, and I could hear the soft buzzing.

“I can hear it,” he announced. “It is working.” He leaned back up and looked closely at me. “You can’t feel that?”

The soft buzzing was flowing through me like a warm, wet wave, but I fought for control. “Maybe a little. But it’s so light, I wasn’t sure.”

I realized after the words came out of my mouth, it was the wrong thing to say. His fingers moved to the dial. “Then let’s turn it up until you do feel it.” He adjusted the dial to half power.

The object in my panties seemed to jump to life, and now the audible buzzing couldn’t be denied. It felt like my entire crotch was swollen and tingly, and I realized the panties were getting wet where they pressed against my outer labia.

This wasn’t working out how I planned. It was just too much to resist, like a swarm of bees that were stinging me all over, but instead of pain, they were inflicting pleasure. I had to distract him somehow.

“Preston, what’s your favorite Bible quote?” I reached for my Bible and opened it on my lap. My bookmark fell to the floor, and I tried hard to focus on the words in front of me.

“I don’t really have one,” he replied. Then he added, “You know, I didn’t believe you, but I think you were right, you really are resisting this.”

I smiled. “Of course. I told you I would. It’s a matter of faith.” I could feel the sweat beading on my upper lip. It felt like a flock of butterflies were loose in my stomach, fluttering around and tickling my insides. I had never felt anything like this before in my life.

“I don’t even think this will affect you,” he said, and turned the knob up to three-quarters.

The vibration accelerated against my intimate flesh, and it took all my willpower not to cry out. I could feel my inner thighs trembling, and the moisture seeping from me pooled at the ridge of my labia, and then ran downward, following the curve to flow under me, soaking the black cloth. I realized I would have to wash the panties out before I gave them back to him, or he was going to know the truth.

I could feel the pleasure coiling inside of me, becoming tighter and tighter as the lovely buzzing continued. It was an unfamiliar sensation, as if it was building towards something. The inner muscles of my v****a were clenching and unclenching, almost like a squeezing fist that wished it had something to grab.