Chapter 2: Worst Times

Rose wore the silky underwear and lay on Kiki’s bed with her ankles crossed, high up on the wall above her. Kiki was in the process of trying on yet another set. Those dark open lace knickers went really well with her soft coffee skin. Staggered by how little underwear Rose owned, Kiki had insisted on them raking through her own substantial collection until they found the glossy, pale pink, high cut set that fitted Rose. Rose examined her body, raising her hips up to look at the lined, snug, panties that covered her entire pussy. Frankly she’d feel overdressed attending class in these. Even if she wore nothing else. The front closing bra was much better. It did hide her nipples although it also stimulated them a little if she wriggled, which was nice. It squished her tits up, just a bit. Not enough to be uncomfortable but enough to correct the four degree outward deviation of her nipples. She had never thought about fixing it. It was a minor data point from ‘The Automated Statistical Classification of Nipple Types’ that had won her a school science prize from a red faced Mr. Hersh all those years ago. His red face may have been because Mum was fucking him (not during the presentation) but that was no reason to be embarrassed. Mum had sex with all the best people. Mum’s nipples could have been used to set a new UMU standard for perfect frontward pointiness. Mum in general was one unit of ‘Molly’. The Universal Measurement Unit of good and sexy things. It was the third week of college. Rose diagnosed herself as mildly homesick. Completely to be expected. Then dismissed it. Wearing this underwear set at home would get her such a scolding from Aunt M. though.

“What do you think?”

Kiki asked, her dark melons hanging free, bra still in her hand, as she rocked the bed slightly in her enthusiasm,