I anxiously stare at the text from my crush: “Hey, one of my panties is missing!”. What the hell was I thinking keeping them? The laundromat was closing soon, and I already had my stuff in the dryer. There was no time to clean her cum stained thong and I could feel it in my pocket like a leaded weight. My phone buzzed again with another text from her: “hello??”. I text back saying that they might have been mixed up with my things and I could look for them. She replies: “Well, if you find them, could you stop by again, they’re my fav pair!”
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The laundromat was empty by now, so I took her thong out of my pocket, holding it in one hand while texting her back with the other saying I’ll keep looking. My stomach was in knots as the dryer pinged with my clothes ready. I hated the thought of her being upset at losing her favorite pair of panties and knew they weren’t mine to keep. I felt so guilty about it, and tried to figure out how I could fix things. I texted her saying that I found them, but it must have slipped out and they didn’t get washed. The minutes roll by without a reply from her and a laundromat worker tells me they’re closing. I grab my clothes and exit the building, mind racing trying to come up with a solution to the missing thong.
Still no response, I decide I should make one more trip to her house and return them. I get to her door and ring the bell, filled with nerves and guilt. She answers, this time wearing some of the cute athletic gear I’d just cleaned for her. “Oh hey, I’m just about to head out to Pilates. You must be tired from all this laundry work, come in for a glass of water?” I tell her I’m ok, but I can give her the panties back and reach into my bag for them. “No! Not here on my doorstep, stupid!” and tells me to come inside. I walk into her house and she goes into the kitchen to get me a glass.
I’m sitting in her living room and she returns, handing me the water. I take a sip. “You tried to steal them, didn’t you?” she asks and I choke on the water, spluttering some excuse and denying it. She laughs, but has a serious look in her eyes and says “I think you did and I caught you didn’t I?”. I can’t think of anything to say as my face turns bright red with embarrassment. “Haha, look at how red your face is getting! You can’t hide it, can you? You thought I wouldn’t notice. You’re such a perv!”. I tell her I’m sorry and immediately make a rush to the door. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asks as I realize I walked away without my laundry bag. I turn back to get them, but she’s holding onto it. “Since you thought you could keep my clothes, why shouldn’t I keep yours?”.
What was happening? She didn’t used to be like this with me. I pleaded with her to let me have the bag back. “Fine, but on one condition. Tell me if it was you who hit the door at the party the other night”. I knew I couldn’t keep lying anymore, so I admitted it. Her expression soured. She reached into the bag, pulled out the thong and threw it at me. “Why don’t you take a closer look at these again, then?” she asked as I caught them. “I was wearing them the night Jake fucked me”.
I hold her used thong in my hands, unsure what to do. “Are you still a virgin?” she asks out of nowhere, and I feel my face get even redder. “I’ll take that as a yes” she laughs. “How does it feel to hold the thong I was fucked in?”. I couldn’t answer. “I told you to take a closer look!”. I bring them closer to me. “It’s about time you learned a thing or two about this stuff. Do you wnow why they look like that?” I shake my head like a dumbass, of course I know. “Yeah, that’s obvious” she says, snatches them back and tells me to follow her as she walks up to her room.
I was half nervous, half excited as she opened the door. I’d fantasized about seeing her room, but never thought it’d be under these circumstances! I see her bed wasn’t made, and the room smelled like what I can only assume was the aroma of sex. “I never said you could come in!” she yells at me and I tell her how sorry I was and walk out as she closes the door behind me. This was just like the party…
To my amazement, she opens the door, holding a set of blue panties with white stripes! “Here”, she pushes them into my chest as she walks past, closing the door. “Since you’re such a perv, take these. Come on, I’m going to be late for Pilates”.
I stare at the panties in disbelief for a moment before realizing I should follow her. We get to the door and she shows me out. I can’t speak as it closes behind me. I realize my hand feels wet… I look down and am met with the sight of his fresh cum soaking through the fabric.
Shit…I’d forgotten my laundry bag inside.
[Thanks for the love on my stories ya’ll cucks, bulls and hotwives. Part 5 when? 😉 ]Pt. 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/w1KquUPQyj
Pt. 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/NPi6Mp2WF0
Pt. 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/cuckoldstories2/s/LiTDh5IDaZ