Sweat running down between my legs mixed with my girl fragrance.

“Did he fall for that?” Ginny barged in.

Tossing her school bag aside, she plopped on her bed and hungrily eyed my finger tracing my flower. We had discussed my falling grades. She had not approved of my solution of seducing the teacher. She was growing proprietary with my body.
“He slipped right inside,” I said, turning towards her.

“H… How was it?” She colored a bit. “Did you bleed?” Unconsciously, she bent forward to study my flower, as if reading it she’ll know how much fun it had last night.
I moved closer to her till her face was barely an inch away from it. She inhaled deeply. Sweat running down between my legs mixed with my girl fragrance. The aroma was heady for her.

“There’s no change,” she whispered. She should know, she had stared at it longer than I have. Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she colored and drew back a little.

“He kept my virginity intact,” I said.
“H… How…” Looking up at me, she stammered. “Didn’t he…” She trailed off, blushing prettily.

“Cum all over me? He did.” I bent down, insert my hand between her legs, and poked her gift. “But that’s not the only oven we have in which boys can bake their cookies.”

She clammed her legs close. If she was blushing before, now she was positively aflame! Ginny was a prettier and more girlish than I’m. Swell of her breasts was already outgrowing mine. A timid goose, she was always eager to hear my adventures with boys, but had panicked when I introduced her to a boy once.
She’d find an excuse to be near my girlishness—searching for a soap in shower, her fingers would find a way to brush past my nipples, bending down to tie her shoelaces, she would tip forward and bump her face on my thighs. She knew my schedule well. When I changed or admired myself in the mirror she’d sprawl on her bed and fill her eyes with my nakedness. When I punched bags in the gym, she’d loll on the exercise bike nearby and inhale my sweaty aroma.

“You have shaved.” She said.
She was tipping forward again, as if hypnotized with my girlhood.

“He shaved me,” I said. One of the many things he did me without asking my permission.

Her nose touched me. She inhaled deeply. Entranced, she traced my flower lips with her nose.

“Noticed any difference?” I asked with amusement.

“You smell fresh.” Her face reddened.

“I’m always fresh,” i said.

“Without your hair, i mean,” she mumbled.
“Oh no, you too like me naked down there.”
In reply, she brought out her tongue and licked me.

“You have certainly grew courageous.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b3ldlu/sweat_running_down_between_my_legs_mixed_with_my