The story of Natalie - Part 2: The underwear adventure

"Is your underwear okay?", mom asked me suddenly one day. "Do we need to get you different ones?", she continues asking. She's got that annoyed voice on that I learned to recognize. This sounds like something she doesn't want to deal with but has to. I honestly had no idea why she's asking. My underwear feels fine and I have enough between wash days that I don't run out. After telling her it was fine, what she said next surprised me. "You're sitting with your legs open a lot more than you used to."

Uh-oh.

She was right. I didn't realize it until now. I had been sitting with legs open a lot more lately and especially a lot more any time my dad's friend was around. I wanted him to touch me again. I wanted him to feel me again. I was not brave enough to wear no underwear, but, one time, I even wore the same pink bra and shorts while making lunch for both of them. He hadn't touched me in at least a month and I was getting frustrated. Did he not want to do it again? Did he not think I liked it? Did he not like me?

Mom saw my face. I had to say something. "I didn't want to bother you about it." My heart's racing a little and I'm scared she might find out. She would get so mad and my dad's friend gets in trouble and my parents get divorced and then I'd be on my own and I wouldn't get to go to the beach anymore and I might never get touched again and then I don't know what I'd do.

"I'll give you some money. Ride your bike and go buy some tomorrow" she said. I think she didn't suspect anything. That was scary. I had to calm myself in my room for an hour.

The next day I did as she said and rode my bike. I picked up some new underwear. I didn't need it, but I needed to keep the lie. I had already thrown away a few pairs I didn't like too just in case. In the store, I found a different brand than we used to buy that looked cute. It looked like big girl underwear - not what my mom wears though. What some of my friends started wearing. They're cuter and don't make me look little anymore. I'm not little anymore.

As I was leaving though, a different underwear caught my eye. It was pink thong with little flowers and cute. I could see my fingers through the front fabric. I was instantly wet at the thought of buying it too. It was so naughty. I could imagine my mom calling me a slut if she saw it. What would my dad think about his little "Natty" wearing her first lingerie. Even wearing it for his friend. Maybe now he'd even notice me again.

I stared at it wondering how I could hide it. It might fit in my diary box. My mom didn't go in there. I could lose the receipt. Or just say I bought ice cream and give her the other receipt with the underwear I should get. I could get away with it. Maybe. I wanted to try.

And I did.

The only way I could get the underwear in the house was to change into it on the way home. I found a narrow alley. I was so nervous that I might be seen, but I also didn't mind either. I looked around to make sure no one would come. People passed by on the main road, but I was behind a little bush so I don't think they'd see me. The other direction was quiet. If I was going to do it, it had to be now. I dropped my shorts and panties quickly and grabbed the sheer ones out of the bag. I must have been so nervous I was blinded by a biker passing through. He saw me and stopped. "Hey", he said. "Are you okay?". I instinctively covered myself with the underwear I was putting on and I could see his erection in his shorts. The thought of him taking me right here made me even wetter.

"Oh. Yeah. Needed to change". I tried to sound sweet, but I don't know what I was feeling. He stepped in and pinned me against the wall. "Into that?", he whispered. I didn't see it, but he moved my arm and I instantly felt it. His cock was out and pressed against me. He lifted me up against the wall so our hips were aligned. He didn't have to open my legs though. I did that for him. I had wanted to feel something for so long. It was naughty - even slutty - but I loved every bit of it. He pushed in and it hurt so much, but it also felt so good. He must have been in a hurry because it was over so fast before he pulled out and put me on my knees to finish him. I felt him cum deep in my mouth. "Swallow it", he commanded. I did and showed him my mouth. The taste was weird and I remember how odd and snotty it felt. "Good", is all he said before he rode off leaving me half naked with my pussy dripping down my leg a little and no way to clean it up. Those panties I had on when I went to the store make a good rag. I wasn't going to be able to keep it anyway.

I hurridly finished changing and rode off. The breeze felt so different riding in these now and it felt so good. I had them on for only half the ride home and they were already soaked and needed to be washed.

Shit. I didn't think about that part. How was I going to wash these so mom doesn't see?