Chapter 3: The Panty Revelation

Rooted in the magnetic pull of the moment, she leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she asked, “Do you think you would fit into my panties?”

He nearly choked, the question brimming with implications unraveling in his mind. Did she know about his secret? An undeniable thrill coursed through him, one he tried diligently to ignore as he forced a nonchalant grin.

“Honestly,” she began boldly, “I have noticed that occasionally my panties go missing when you’re around. Sometimes they seem a bit ... tampered with.” Her voice lowered as she leaned in closer, conspiratorial. “So, either you confess, or we can head to the room for some fun...”

“Well...” he began, but she silenced him with a gently pressed finger against his lips. Her gaze held a knowing spark as she took a swig straight from the bottle and extended it to him.

“Come on, let’s go.” Tugging at his arms, she led him to her bedroom, anticipation simmering like boiling water on the cusp of bubbling over.

As they crossed the threshold into her room, the atmosphere shifted again—charged, electrifying. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, passion igniting with fervor. Her fingers deftly worked to remove his shirt, exposing his skin to the sultry air around them. He inched closer, fingers tracing over the delicate lines of her figure, gliding over her thighs and trying to discover the tantalizing secrets hidden beneath her dress.

“Not so fast,” she teased, halting his hands from lifting her tight dress, a playful smile painting her lips.

As she dropped his pants, he stood there, just in his boxer briefs, heart racing with a thrill. “So, you like lacy panties, huh?” she said, turning back to her dresser, searching for her treasures.