Chapter 3

At this point my next move would not involve Troy. I should mention that we did have another jack off session. Watching him stroking his hard cock with Leah’s panties and squirting his load into them, was totally off the charts. And to tell you the truth, I liked it when he watched me stroke with her thong panties. I don’t think I imagined it, but I could see his envy. He kept commenting about my cock size and how powerful it looked. That really turned me on. As we fantasized about Leah, I came hard into the panties. I soaked them.

Now I was on my own. Troy knew what my mission was, but he was not part of this. I would tell him about it, just as I am telling you. I came home from school at about 3:30, like usual. No one was home. I knew that Leah had cheer practice, so she would not be home until 5. So, I had time to prepare and map things out.

I went into her room. My cock was raging hard the moment I went in. I went to her bed and picked up one of her pillows. And as expected, I saw the cucumber. I picked it up. It was especially pungent. Fresh pussy juice from probably that morning made it feel tacky. Not fully dried yet. She must have masturbated before school. Wow! I jacked off before school. I heard mom and dad fucking before they went to work. We are quite the horny family.

I imagined that large cuke stabbing her pussy. I bet she does it rough. Man, I wanted that cuke to be my cock! I had to fuck her before Troy ever had a chance to. She flirts with him and teases him, he told me. I noticed that when we were home together. I admit it made me jealous. Crazy, huh! But it is true.

I put the cuke back in its place, and the pillow back over it. I went to her walk-in closet and cleared out a space for me to sit down on. Her clothes hanging just above me as I sat added to her vibe. Knowing that she wore these over her bra and panties. I have a fetish for clothing. I have a thing for panties that has continued to the present. My guilty pleasure.

I left her room for a bit but made sure to go back when I thought she could come home. Sometimes she came home earlier. And it was a good thing I did go back into her closet. She opened her bedroom door.

My heartbeat twice as fast. My throat became dry. I should have had a bottle of water with me. Next time. I grabbed a pair of her panties from her hamper. Fresh, moist. From this morning, removed before she fucked herself with the cucumber, I imagined. But still pungent from her pussy juices. I doubt she ever had dry panties. If she was as horny as I was, her bald pussy was always wet.

She quietly came into the room and closed the door behind her. I could peer out of the opening of the closet. It had a sliding door. Dare I do that? I could hear her doing something. I thought she might be removing her clothes. Could I be so lucky? I had to see. I quietly peered out from the closet. She could not see me. She was not facing the closet directly. I got a side view. She was only in her bra and panties!

Her cheer uniform was in a clump on the floor. She was looking at herself in her dresser mirror. She posed and seemed to be assessing her body. She had to know she had the hottest body around. Yet, I always wondered why she never had a steady boyfriend. She dated all the time. And there were a lot of guys she saw. I wondered if she fucked them. She had to if she was as horny as I was.