Page 116 of Broken Romeo

@LightBreaks90:

$400.

The picture came through a minute later and I hissed a curse. “Fuck me,” I muttered. Those sweet little thighs were parted just for me revealing the largest damp spot dead center of the pale pink panties. I could make out the tiniest little nub of her clit. I wanted to draw her swollen button of need into my mouth right through those lacy panties and suck on her until those knees locked around my face.

I lunged for my nightstand drawer and pulled out a pair of her panties. The ones from the night I kissed her.

Her first ever kiss.

I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply before shoving my boxers down and pressing her scent against my hard cock. I jacked myself with one hand holding the panties, the friction of lace against my shaft just abrasive enough to feel fucking good. In the other hand, I stared at her picture. At that wet spot that I desperately wanted to taste. To lick. To make wetter.

Her little denim skirt was bunched around her hips and even her tits were in the photo a little, too. Not in anyway that revealed them. Even though I ached to see those pretty pink nipples, there was something incredibly fucking hot about her small tits bound by the tight tank top she wore. Like with her clit, I could just barely make out the outline of her nipples, hard pearls begging for my mouth, pressing against the soft cotton of her shirt.

My climax edged closer, tightening my balls and sending a current of energy up my spine. I grunted as come shot out, coating her panties and my knuckles in hot spurts. Fuck that felt good.

Once I cleaned myself up, I sent her the $400 then fired off another message.

@LightBreaks90:

Are you a virgin?

I knew the answer already, of course, but it felt like the kind of question a panty-buyer might ask. Besides, I sort of loved watching her squirm through this conversation.

Her answer came fast.

@AnyOtherRose:

Yes. Can I ask you a question?

Fuck, baby girl. You can ask me anything, I thought. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to teach her everything there was to know about this kind of carnal pleasure.

@LightBreaks90:

Anything.

@AnyOtherRose:

What do you do with my panties?

I paused for a long moment, glancing at her panties, now covered in my come. I grabbed a clean face cloth from my closet and wiped it down carefully before folding the pair and putting it back into its sandwich bag.

I had marked each individual bag with what day they were from. What I knew she had done that day, if it was anything specific. I knew from the photos she sent daily as proof which panties were which day. I knew the ones she wore when I nibbled her ear in class reading lines. I knew which pair she wore on our audition day. And I kept detailed notes.

Because I was a sick fuck.

So the question was… how much did she really want to know?

@LightBreaks90:

How detailed do you want me to get? How much can your virgin ears handle?

Sometimes, you just had to blatantly ask. And because I’m me, I threw in an extra little insult.

A minute ticked by. Then two.

Well shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh.

@LightBreaks90: