This is the first part of a back an forth collaboration with /u/grey0909. Let’s see where this goes!
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Standing in front of my dresser, I rummaged through my underwear drawer. Usually this was the fastest choice of my day – grab and go. Most girls fuss over what panty lines stay hidden with their outfit, but not me. I don’t care what they think, and guys don’t mind a preview of what’s underneath.
But today is different. It’s always different when you know someone is going to see you in your panties; it’s way different when it’s multiple someones. I pulled out a lacy white pair and put them on.
Lace is tricky. A little looks awesome, but too much and it looks antique. It can also be starchy and rough, a big issue when there’s going to be ‘activity’ in them. The lace on these was a fine soft mesh. Not the most elegant, but allowed for practical grinding and a “Yes, you would like to fuck this” look.
Stepping back to see myself in the mirror, I examined them on me. They hugged up my sides nicely, and the lace did a wonderful job of pretending of covering the front and the back. You could make out a dark patch of fuzz, enough to show that it didn’t continue past the top of my slit. There was also no hiding that I did, in fact, have an ass.
Then I put on my brightest bra – racing orange. Something that couldn’t be hidden, especially underneath my white Jasmine babydoll shirt. Every guy has a crush on Jasmine, especially when she’s lounging across a pair of boobs. Following her lead I tied my shirt off to show my bellybutton.
Then pajama pants, a necessary for any sleepover. My light blue yoga pants would do the trick. They matched Jasmine and grabbed at me the way I hoped to be grabbed later. They definitely didn’t hide any lines. I slid my finger between my legs, opening my lips to let the fabric slink between them. Wow, was I that warm already?
There. The first rule of controlling a group of teen boys is to be damn sexy. They would jack off to an apple if it was curvey enough, but throwing everything to eleven was the trick. They had to need you, not just want you. I had to overload their circuits.
I put on my boyfriend’s stone grey hoodie, enough to hide just how much skin I’d be showing the boys from their parents. I used my thumb to pull down the front of my pants and panties and took a picture. I sent it to him to show my gratitude.
The second rule is of controlling a group of teen boys is, of course, to bring your mind control drugs. I slipped them in my purse and headed outside.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fq7ibc/under_hazels_supervision_part_one
What to wear, what to wear? He needed to be well dressed. It’s what she liked, and he loved giver her what she like, and then some. He had just gotten a text from her in his favorite hoodie that he left at her place on accident from their last wild night together, but he didn’t mind, he liked think about how it kept her warm, and what lay beneath, ready to be exposed and exploited.
She looked so sexy in the photo it gave him little half chub which created an outline of his tool in his grey boxer briefs that we was standing in facing the mirror.
He flex a bit, and was quite proud of the progress he’d made in the gym, his abs were extra cut today, something he hoped she’d notice and appreciate later.
He decided he’d wear black jeans with a purple button down to catch her eye, not many guys will wear purple, it’s bold. As he slid the pants over his tight boxers he thought about their last time together, he wasn’t sure why, but thinking about they way she kissed hime and the way her hips moved made him rock hard as he tucked his now hard cock into his jeans. Finally he put on the button down, and then snapped a pic and sent it to her. With a text that said, “hope you’re ready.”
After that, with a grin on his face he grabbed his wallet, inserted it into his front pocket along with a surprise that he had in store for her.
He then ran down the stairs, kissed his mother on the cheek goodbye, got in the car and was off for the night.