Chapter 6

“All five senses are involved, so yes. The flavor of a girl’s mouth or the skin on her throat or breasts or ... lower. Or maybe in Charlie’s case, the taste you left in your panties.”

“But I wore those panties all day.”

“Young lady, you have a lot to learn about men. When a man undresses a woman to make love to her, sometimes she’s not straight out of the shower. If she bathes in the morning but we don’t have fun until night, she’s not completely fresh, but if she’s healthy and has good hygiene, she can still smell and taste delicious to me.”

“Taste? You lick her panties?”

“No, Cat. What her panties covered.”

Her nipples were harder now than she was when she was cold.

“I play with myself sometimes, like everyone does, I guess. They tell us it’s a sin in school, but everyone giggles. It feels really good, so I do it. But, wow! I can’t imagine being licked – ya know – down there.”

“When you get a boyfriend, and things get serious enough you have sex with him, hopefully you’ll find out. If the guy’s a gentleman, he’ll do what he can to make you feel good.”

“Do you really think Charlie sniffs my panties and plays with his thing?”

“How old is your brother?”

“Almost twenty, about a year and a half older than me. His thing looked hard.”

“I think if we’re going to discuss this you should call it his penis or his dick. Or maybe his cock.”

She flashed a naughty grin.

“One of my friends wound up in the office because a nun heard her say cock.”

“If you’re comfortable with that word, we’ll use it. Yes, I suspect Charlie sniffs your panties and strokes his cock.”

“Do you think he makes his stuff come out?”

“The word is semen. Most people call it cum. He might shoot his cum into your panties.”

Her eyes opened wide with shock.

“Why would he do that?”

She wasn’t going to let this go, so I answered her.

“Symbolic, maybe. Maybe he really wants to shoot his cum inside you.”

“You mean have sex with me? That’s incest!”

“It’s fantasy. It’s not like you’re in bed with him.”

She pondered for a moment.

“I wonder if he thinks about doing things to me when he plays with his, um, cock.”

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

“No. He was allowed to start dating when he turned eighteen, but so far he hasn’t. He’s as awkward socially as I am. His friends tease him about not talking to girls.”

“Well, Cat, he was stealing your panties, probably the only panties he’s ever touched.”

“So if he shot cum it was because of me?”

“I’m not inside his head, but it’s certainly possible.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “That’s kinda hot, even if it is wrong. Of course, the Church tells us pretty much everything that’s fun is wrong. Forbidden fruit, they call it.”

“Has he touched you?”

“You mean where he shouldn’t?”

“Yes.”

“He’s smacked my butt, ya know, being silly and stuff, and one time he grabbed my boob when he tried to catch me when I fell. I had clothes on, so he didn’t, like, really feel anything, but he apologized like crazy for it. That’s it. He never touched me anywhere he shouldn’t on purpose.”