The Panty Teaser

I think everyone, well, every guy, has a partner in their memory that they just never quite got to have. Not the way they wanted anyway. Mine was Debbie. A beautiful and petite brunette. She had what I would describe as close set eyes which ran in the family. She was so short she seemed to be, like, a little girl to me. Smart as a whip but innocent in a way some girls are. I met her in high school and we got together very quickly. I kissed her on our second date and, on the third, she wouldn’t let me take her home. She wanted to park!

We drove up to the local lovers lane, Top Of Zelzah, and began kissing. She eagerly stuck her tongue into my mouth and we were getting all hot and heavy in my Dad’s Supersport. The doggone stick shift was in the way and bucket seats were just not conducive to making out. I suggested we “Go in the back seat.”

She looked up at me with this worried look on her face and said “It sounds bad!”

I was hoping to do “Bad” stuff anyway so I kept after her and eventually we got out and reentered the car in the back seat. Now we were all over each other and I was quickly feeling up her perfect little tits.

“Don’t touch!” She begged. But I went ahead and got the best feel I could with her bra in the way. Debbie was wagging her tongue in my mouth to beat the band and I began to touch her legs, running my hands all over her nylons. She complained a bit but didn’t stop me. Then I reached the bare flesh at the top of her stockings and my cock was stiff and hoping for release.

I moved my hand just a bit further and touched her panties. I touched her little panties! Nothing between me and her tight young pussy but that little piece of cloth! I could feel the vertical division there but Debbie broke our salacious kiss and asked “Am I just a toy Brad?”

I really didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting that question at that moment. I assume I said something like “Of course not” but the moment had passed. We talked a bit and I told her I loved her which I wasn’t sure was exactly the truth but it seemed like the right thing to say then.

So we continued to date and every time, at the end of the evening, while parked, we would french like crazy and I would get just…so…far…and then, when I touched her panties, she would stop me. It was very frustrating as you might imagine! I finally begged Debbie to give me some kind of release and she confessed that she and a previous boyfriend had “Gone Too Far” one night and it was never the same after that.

Oh Great. She “Goes too far” with someone else and therefore I’m out of luck. The story of my life it seems. Still, I really liked Debbie and I must admit, at least getting to touch her panties was a thrill. It’s been a long time now and I have developed a panty fetish like you wouldn’t believe!

So we dated through our senior year and attended all those special events like the senior picnic, the Vice Versa dance and, of course the senior prom. But it was after a simple Friday night movie date that our relationship moved a step farther.

We’d been out at the local theater and then headed out to the lovers lane for some action afterwards. I eagerly led Debbie into the back seat and we began to kiss and cuddle like we always did. Debbie wasn’t wearing nylons that night and the smooth feel of her shapely legs was driving me wild. I was looking forward to feeling up her panties and she moved her legs apart to give me access.

“Oh Brad that feels real good!” She encouraged. I couldn’t ever remember Debbie speaking when I was feeling her up before and I found it extra exciting. Normally I just got to feel her panties for a few moments before she would move my hand away but that night she allowed me to actually feel her pubic patch beneath the silky fabric of her panties.

“Love you Debbie” I whispered as I touched her between her legs.

“Love you too!” she responded. The school year was almost over and Debbie was going to be moving right after graduation. Our time together was short now. Neither of us knew what would happen after graduation so we valued our time together tremendously.

To my surprise, Debbie reached for the zipper of my pants and actually began to attempt to pull it down! She fumbled for a few moments and finally I grabbed the darn thing and pulled it down myself. I fished out my hard cock and went into a swoon when I felt Debbie’s hand touch me. She looked me right in the eye and began to softly stroke my cock. I found myself remembering how she’d “Gone too far” once before and was hoping that’s where we were going now!

“Can I…Can I touch your panties Deb?” I asked. She looked up at me and seemed to be thinking for a moment.

Then she asked me to “Look out the window.” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about but I did as she asked, and while I was distracted, she reached beneath her dress and took off her panties!

“Here they are.” She said as she simply handed me her little white panties. They were still warm! Her hands returned to my cock and she resumed her hand job while I got to hold her precious little panties. I was excited beyond belief now and her hands felt so good on my penis I was ready to come very quickly. At eighteen, this was as far as I’d ever made it with a girl and, quite honestly, I didn’t expect to get this far with Debbie.

“Do you like my panties Brad?” She asked quietly as she masturbated me. Her hand moving a bit faster now, she brought her hand to her mouth and wet it with spittle before returning it to my come striving penis. Her slippery hand now gripped me tighter as she attempted to make me come. I realized that Debbie’s pussy was now bare beneath her skirt. I was still holding her skimpy white panties and she was thrilling me with her hands.

“Don’t get it on the seat.” She warned. I thought maybe Debbie had a bit more experience than she had let on but I knew she was right. When she reached down with her other hand to tickle my balls I began to erupt. The sperm raced to freedom and I quickly covered my cockhead with Debbie’s soft warm panties! Jolt after jolt of pleasure shot through my youthful loins as I ejaculated. I don’t know that anything could have been more satisfying at that moment. To come like that. So hard. And right into Debbie’s panties. Wow!

I drove my girlfriend home after that and we necked a bit more in the driveway but she had no panties on and wouldn’t let me feel her bare pussy even though I tried pretty hard. When we kissed at the door I let her feel my rejuvenated cock pressing into her belly. “Oh you nasty boy!” She scolded me.

Of all things, her Mother needed to move Debbie’s car the next morning and went through her purse looking for the keys. She found my girlfriend’s come soaked panties and we were forbidden to see each other after that. I tried to stay in touch but it wasn’t easy. The Times They Were A Changin” back then. I saw Debbie as school let out on the final day in 1965. Then she was gone. Out of my life seemingly forever. And Oh how I missed her! I missed her sweet face. The sound of her voice. Her wry sense of humor. And, of course, her panties.

Well the years went by. I got married and divorced and was struggling by in a crumby apartment in Reseda, near the suburban college I’d attended many years before. By now Debbie was just a memory. A memory and a source of many wet dreams! I wondered what had happened to her. I always wanted the best for Debbie. I wished we had met when we were a bit older. Hell, in High School I wasn’t anywhere close to getting real serious with a woman. Even a great girl like Debbie. I used to dream about picking up her petite little body and carrying her over the thresh hold of our first home. Then carrying her into the bedroom where I would finally take off her precious little panties and fuck her bare pussy.

One night at a bowling alley in Ventura, I ran into my best friend from High School. We had a great time reminiscing about the old days and he asked me where I’d been at the ten year reunion. Like I gave a shit. Here I was. Divorced and working at a go nowhere job for the phone company in Oxnard. Who wants to go to a high school reunion and gab with people who are now a lot better off than you? People you used to laugh and point at?

Well Denny pointed out that Debbie had been at the ten year reunion and had, in fact, asked him if he’d seen me! Oh really? I asked if she was married and he said he wasn’t sure but she was at the event alone. Oh Really?!

As you might expect I made plans to attend this upcoming event. Basically it was a dinner dance, but, whatever! I was hoping to see Debbie just one more time. I didn’t care if she was fat and had 6 kids. I just really wanted to see her again.

I did my best to get all gussied up for the reunion. You know. Tried to lose weight. Got a new outfit to wear that night. And, OK, I’ll admit it: Prayed that Debbie wasn’t fat and the mother of six!

The reunion was held at a scenic restaurant in the Hills above Burbank and My eyes scanned the reception area for my one time heart throb. No sign of her. Denny was there and we got a drink and he introduced me to his wife. Yak Yak. Blah Blah. Then…At last. There she was. Oh yeah, it was her all right. And Debbie hadn’t gained an ounce from what I could see. Different hairdo but still flashing that radiant smile. Still so small it looked like you could pick her up and wave her around over your head. Denny saw her too and nudged me like: “Go for it tiger!”

I made my way across the crowded hall and sidled up next to her and, as calmly as I could, said “Hello Stranger!”

Debbie turned and her angelic face brightened. “Aw I was hoping you’d be here!” She said. Well that one martini I’d had just unleashed my mouth and I just jabbered away for twenty minutes or so before I gave her a chance to tell me about what she’d been up to. Turns out that yes, she is married but her husband “Hates these kind of things.” He figured he wouldn’t know a soul and so she came alone. That was fine by me.