[Original, Will She Give Me a Pair of Underwear?] (1)

Author: zhexuejiaguale
Published: 2015/7/29 on: sis Club
First Published: Yes
I've known Yi for thirteen years. I met her when she was still wearing her blue university uniform.
I remember she didn't wear makeup when she went to class. But she had big eyes, and her smile was clear and bright. I
was a humanities student. Humanities classes are never short of beauties, but her beauty was
different. She attracted me immediately.
I'm not one to fantasize or make up stories. If you're looking for long,
explicit scenes in this article, please look elsewhere.
To be honest, nothing really happened between us. I wrote her a love letter in college, which I
asked a friend of mine, a classmate of Yi's, to deliver to her. But there was no reply. I don't know if my friend
didn't deliver the letter, or if she read it and threw it in the trash? Anyway, after that love letter went unanswered
, feeling a little inferior, I never actively pursued her again. After that, I secretly followed her for about
half a year. Then, our lives didn't intersect for a long time.
At that time, I never imagined that in the thirteenth year of knowing Yi, I would ask her for a pair of
underwear she had worn. And I said it to her directly on WeChat. Just thinking about the lingering scent
and bodily fluids on the underwear made me so excited I could hardly breathe.
There were reasons why I mustered the courage to ask Yi, my college goddess, for her underwear
.
The first reason was the influence of several adult novels; both *The Lost Apricot* and *Brother-in-Law's Glory*
had similar scenes where the male protagonist fantasized about possessing the goddess's underwear. These scenes gave me immense excitement and greatly
influenced me. Sometimes I thought that I probably could never have Yi's body, so
could I settle for getting one of her underwear as a kind of pleasure during masturbation?
Originally, I had absolutely no chance of getting her underwear. Because after my love letters disappeared in freshman year
, we had lost contact with each other. I heard that Yi had a boyfriend in college, a handsome guy who could
sing well, and apparently, he was also a friend I often played soccer with. His soccer skills were so-so, but he was definitely
better looking than me.
After graduation, we went our separate ways. Sometimes, when I think of her, I wonder if she's already
forgotten me, the guy who once wrote her love letters. I appeared briefly in her life, then
quickly disappeared without a trace.
Does fate always reward someone as devoted as me? By chance, I
learned from one of her classmates that she was also working in Hangzhou. I even got her phone number and WeChat.
With a nervous heart, I immediately called her. That was in 2012,
ten years since we met. Ten years! I wasn't even sure if she remembered me. I wasn't even sure
if she even knew who I was. I just called her, hoping for the best. I thought, even if
she forgot me, or didn't even know me, it didn't matter. Years after graduation, and ten
years after we first met, to run into my former goddess again—even if it was just once a month, or just an occasional meal—
would have been enough!
At that time, I never imagined I'd ask her for a pair of her underwear she'd worn,
fantasizing about reaching orgasm from the lingering scent.
If you ask me if I had any other thoughts back then, like sleeping with her, hooking up, or dating? I'll tell you,
absolutely not. I contacted her purely out of a desire to see how my former goddess was doing
.
To my surprise, she remembered my name and readily agreed to meet. Since I'm
seriously writing an adult novel, I won't describe my feelings during our meeting.
In short, I met my former goddess, Yi, and not just once. We ate together a few times,
she took me to a furniture market to buy furniture, she took me to a car repair shop, and we even strolled around
West Lake together in the evenings.
That was all; there was no possibility of our relationship progressing further. Every boy has probably experienced this:
feeling a little inferior in front of their crush. Back then, I assumed she only saw me as
a classmate; she'd probably even forgotten I'd written her a love letter. It wasn't that I had no feelings for her.
Once, at West Lake, while we were walking together at night, I wanted to hold her hand more than ten times. That night, I was incredibly
excited, various fantasies swirling in my mind. Courage surged through me time and time again, only to be
crushed by reason each time. The most excited moment was when I stood behind her, facing the night view of West Lake together, and I almost went up and hugged
her.
But in the end, I did nothing! Because I was afraid she'd be angry, afraid of embarrassment, and even more afraid that
I would lose the chance to see her forever.
Don't laugh at me for being a coward. Okay! I really am a coward.
Back then, I never imagined that one day I would ask her for a pair of her underwear, nor did I ever imagine
that I would hold her underwear, smell her scent, and treat her underwear as her body, suffering countless
sleepless nights, achieving physical relief in a state of anxiety and bliss.
The reason this thought arose was because she once invited me to her house for dinner, and I saw her
underwear that she had worn. That was my first time at her house, and I thought that any man, as long as he was of sound mind,
would inevitably have impure thoughts about such an invitation. For this reason, I even bought a collection of Pushkin's poems. Everyone
knows that Pushkin was famous for his love poems, and ultimately died in a duel for his lover. I wanted to subtly
express my affection for her.
She cooked me a dish of seaweed and vermicelli; to be honest, the taste was really just average. But I still happily finished
it. Then she played Qi Qin's "The Original Me" on her phone.
We were sitting together on the sofa at the time. Listening to the song, I became somewhat infatuated and wanted to hug her! I don't
know what would happen if I hugged her. But I don't want to take that risk; I'm afraid she'll completely disappear from my world.
She disappeared completely, ignoring me. Even if she only existed in my world as a friend,
it would be better for me than losing her in a moment of impulse. "
Can I use your bathroom?" I said to control my impulse. Actually, I didn't need to
use the bathroom at all.
"Okay, go ahead!" she said.
I got up and went to the bathroom. And then I saw the pink panties that had haunted my dreams for years.
She lived in an apartment, and the bathroom and washing machine were next to each other. The washing machine was right next to the toilet.
And those pink panties were on the washing machine, along with a bra and several other
clothes.
At that moment, I was already in a state of excitement, and my head suddenly went blank. I stared at those
panties for a long time. The panties were very clean, which showed that she was a hygienic girl. I touched the bra with my hand, and
there was a slight body odor on it, which wasn't very pleasant. But imagining that the bra might have been taken off yesterday or this morning
, my penis immediately became aroused, and a very strong one at that.
I just wanted to pee, but after seeing my goddess's underwear, I got aroused. It
was summer, and I was worried about the embarrassment if she saw me outside. So I deliberately stayed in the bathroom for two
minutes, wanting to calm down before leaving. But that little panty was like a devil. I looked at it,
imagining how it would look on her, imagining it against her buttocks and most beautiful parts, imagining
the scent of it. I couldn't calm my excitement. Reluctantly, I took her underwear,
put it on, and masturbated.
Because it was the first time I'd seen her underwear, I was incredibly excited. Her underwear was pressed against my genitals, and
Yi herself was outside the room. Masturbating with her underwear only amplified the excitement. With her
underwear covering my genitals, I ejaculated in less than two minutes.
To be honest, I'm a pretty high-class person. When I visit someone's home, I try not to use their toilet
or use their bathroom. Let alone masturbate in Yi's house? So, at the moment of climax, I
carefully positioned myself so that I didn't ejaculate off-center on the toilet seat. Just before ejaculation, I
pulled Yi's panties off my body to avoid soiling her and her noticing. That would be embarrassing.
Even with all my caution, a trace of semen still got on Yi's panties. I thought to myself, "This
is troublesome." Yi said from outside the room, "Hey classmate, come help me with some chores later!"
I quickly replied, "Okay!" Then I hurriedly flushed the toilet. Watching the semen being washed
away, I felt a pang of loss—the loss of something unattainable. To think that I, a grown man, had fallen so low as to be unable to win over
my goddess and had to use her underwear to masturbate—how pathetic! Then, I took two tissues,
wiped the semen off Yi's panties, and put them back as they were.
Coming out of the bathroom, Yi laughed and said, "Why did it take so long?"
I said, "Not long at all!"
She said, "Look, it's been over ten minutes!"
I said, "I might have eaten something bad yesterday, I'm sorry!"
She said, "We're going out, can you help me move some furniture?"
She added, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom too."
A little while later, she came out of the bathroom, slightly apologetic, and said, "I'm sorry, I
didn't put away my clothes after showering yesterday, the house is a bit messy."
I thought to myself, "I should be the one apologizing! After all, I accidentally got semen
on your underwear." "It's okay. My house is even messier than yours. My clothes are all over the place too," I said. "
Cleaning is a hassle. I only do a deep clean once a week," Yi said.
I agreed, "Yes. I don't like cleaning either."
Then we went out, and when we got into the elevator, it was empty. She suddenly looked at me, then covered her mouth and
smiled mysteriously. I asked, "What are you laughing at?"
She said, "Nothing."
I said, "Something's definitely up. Tell me quickly."
She said, "You didn't touch my clothes in the bathroom, did you?"
Hearing her question, my heart skipped a beat. I thought, "Oh no, I've been found out." But I pretended
to be calm, and she didn't seem angry. I said, "Why would I touch your clothes?" "I didn't."
She said, "That's strange." "Never mind! Let's go!" As
I stepped out of the elevator, I wondered, "Could it be that my clothes weren't put back in their original shape? Could it be that
she found the semen residue on them?" This was quite possible. Even though I had wiped them clean, the smell
might still linger on those pink panties. If Yi really found out, the thought of her smelling my
semen made me feel like she was giving me oral sex.
This was the first time I had ever masturbated with Yi's underwear. After that, many nights I thought about this scene,
unable to fall asleep. I fantasized about the panties against her buttocks, against her most beautiful spot, imagining
them as panties that had just been taken off her, still carrying her fluids. Countless times, I entered into
beautiful erotic dreams.
However, even now, although I often think about her underwear, about her masturbating, and
frequently kiss her and give her oral sex in my erotic dreams—I even dream of kissing her most sensitive anus, and her
reaching orgasm under my kisses—strangely, I never dream of her giving me oral sex. Perhaps this shows that deep down,
I actually want my goddess to be happy. Even in sex, in my erotic dreams, I want to
bring her pleasure through my efforts. Therefore, my erotic dreams only contain scenes of me giving her oral sex and kissing her anus, but never a single
scene of her giving me oral sex.
(To be continued)

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