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I’m standing in the produce aisle, when a familiar voice calls my name. I turn and there he is. Jake, the boy who used to sit two seats away from me in English class. I used to let him dry hump me in his car. He’s older now, but the same mischievous glint flickers behind his eyes.
“Amber?” he asks, as a grin spreads across his face. I can’t help the sudden rush of nostalgia and before I know it, we’re wrapped in a brief, tight hug that feels like the world has tilted back to those late‑night study sessions. “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Pannnnnyhoooose Jake
“Same.” He chuckles. I notice the way his gaze shifts from my eyes down to my legs, lingering on the sheer suntan pantyhose that cling to my calves like a second skin. A shiver runs through me, half from the sudden heat of his stare, half from the memory of how he used to dry hump me in my pantyhose after cheerleading practice back in school.
“Hey, would you…want to come over for coffee? My place isn’t far,” I blurt, surprising even myself with the sudden boldness of my question. My heart pounds against my ribs, the breath in my throat catching on the word “over.” I can’t tell if it’s the nostaliga or the thrill of his lingering glance at my legs, but I feel daring.
He’s quick to agree. “I’d love that. I’ve missed seeing you in those pannnnnyhoooose,” he says, the word elongated in a playful, almost reverent tone that makes me flush. The moment we step through my front door, the world contracts to the small, dimly lit living room. I set two mugs on the coffee table, as the scent of freshly ground beans fill the air.
He plops onto the couch, kicking off his shoes. His eyes never leave the sheen of the pantyhose that trace the line of my thighs. “You…you look…amazing in those pannnnnyhoooose,” he murmurs. The word pannnnnyhoooose rolling off his tongue like a secret password.
I sit across from him, feeling the fabric stretch and shift with every breath I take. “I thought about you a lot back then,” I admit, “but never imagined we’d end up here.” He leans forward, as his fingers lightly brushing the calf of my leg. The contact sends a ripple through me.
“Do you want to try something?” he asks. His tone is a mix of curiosity and mischief. I nod and he can’t help but grin from ear to ear as he finished his sentence. “Good…’Cause I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be inside of you while you’re wearing those pannnnnyhoooose.”
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