This is a true story that I have simply added a little "literary licence" in order to make the narrative flow better. Of course the dialogue is based on what was said, keeping the meaning but not the actual words as it would be impossible to recall, word for word, all that was said over 10 years ago.

The events I going to relate happened when I was 19 years old and still living at home with my parents. At the time, my boyfriend (Alan) and I were going through a bit of a rough patch and we had stopped seeing each other for a week or two, hence I was getting rather frustrated sexually, masturbation not being much of a substitute for a cock in my opinion!

One afternoon I decided to go round and see Alan and try and sort things out with him. He only lived a few streets away so I walked over to his house and rang the doorbell. It was answered by his sister, Amanda, a tall willowy blonde in her early twenties. She was a stunner, I had secretly indulged my lesbian fantasies about her for months and she featured as a star in my fingering sessions often. I had only had one or two lesbian friendships at that time and felt far too unsure to even attempt to find out if Amanda felt the same way that I did. I just worshipped her from afar.

Amanda invited me in and said that Alan was out but would be back from work in just over an hour, did I want to wait? I said I would like to wait and she smiled and said that she would have to leave me on my own as she was just going out to work herself. She was a cashier at a filling station and worked odd shifts.

Amanda told me she had to go and take a shower and change for work so I settled down in the living room and started to watch TV. I could hear Amanda go into the shower and I imagined her wet body, dripping from the shower ... the thought made me feel quite horny.

Soon Amanda reappeared, hair still wait and in fresh clothes. She said good-bye and was quickly gone, the front door slamming behind her. For a few minutes I watched TV thinking of Amanda and the image I had in my mind of her naked body, wet from the shower. I was feeling very horny by now.

I needed to go to the loo quite urgently so hurried upstairs for a pee and after relieving my full bladder I was about to go back downstairs when I noticed that Amanda had left her bedroom door wide open, and I could see her bed ... the bed that should would be naked in, making love in ... the thoughts ran through my mind and I felt I must go in and see where my fantasy lover slept.

Nervously I went into her room and closed the door behind me. I felt like an intruder and yet I also felt excited in a strange way just to be in Amanda¹s room. The private world of the woman I so wanted to make love with, seemed in some strange way, to arouse me by only the knowledge that here was Amanda¹s domain, her private place where she would be naked, would take her pleasures and would screech in orgasm ... the wild thoughts in my head disturbed me a little and I turned to leave but just then I spotted on the top of a disorderly pile of clothes on the bed, the clothes Amanda had been wearing until just a few minutes ago, a pair of the most delightfully silky and lacy panties, pale blue with a white lace trim and the most inviting cotton lined gusset.

I say inviting because embedded upon the pure white cotton were the tell-tale yellow and whitish marks of Amanda¹s secretions, her natural vaginal lubricant and hormone laden feminine juice that had pooled and smeared her panties.

Still damp, of course, since until just five minutes before her panties had still been clinging snugly to her body, mopping up the musky delights of her love nest.

The taste was light, but pungent ... sweet yet at the same time, bitter with the pungent bite of cervical fluid and sexual arousal. The hormone laden nectar sent a shiver through my tummy as I tentatively slid my tongue across the marked panties, my own juices began to seep down from deep within my vagina and lubricated the opening folds of my sex lips. I felt myself getting hot and my cunnie lips engorging and swelling, the wetness between my thighs now undeniable .... I was aroused by the second-hand love juice on my friends knickers.

I couldn¹t deny my feelings, and no longer wanted to, my need was now too urgent ... my clitoris was throbbing, standing proud, aching to be touched and lovingly moistened with the outflowing juices of my arousal. my panties were hot, wet and clinging to my folds ... I was in desperate need of relief and I took it! ...

Almost in a daze I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off, almost falling over in my haste to undress. I skimmed my panties down to my ankles and felt the air against my red hot cunnie ... I knew I just "had" to bring myself off!

Naked from the waist down now I laid back on Amanda¹s bed, her panties in my left hand and my right hand quickly pulling up my T shirt and unclipping my bra, freeing my breasts, the nipples already hard and taut, tense and wanting to be stroked. I ran the silky panties over my titties, felt the tingling sensation as the slightly rough lace trim rubbed against my rock hard nipples and I felt my cunnie juice dribble more profusely ... proclaiming my need.

Spreading my thighs wide and my knees pulled back I was open and exposed, my throbbing clit eager to be caressed, and my slick love tunnel gaped open awaiting my fingers.

I slid my right hand down between my legs, felt the slick gash between them, the pouting labia parted easily as my fingers dived between them, one slipping into my love hole stirring the hot juice with a slurping sound, as another found my love trigger and began to rotate gently across the throbbing centre of sexuality.

I was in heaven and pressed the warm and fragrant panties close to my face, inhaled the musky wetness of this beautiful desire I felt ... my fingers flew like blurs of light across my own slick and hot love nest ... I tasted the cunt I desired so much, I sucked the warm moist juices from the flimsy panties as I screeched and panted and climaxed, my arse bucking and rearing from the bed as the powerful contractions of orgasm spread like lightning bolts from my cunt, spreading to all of my limbs and exploding at last in my brain .... it was soooo good!

I don¹t know how long it was before I was satisfied, I know I climaxed at least three times but it may have been more since one peak of pleasure spread seamlessly into the next. I do know that the bed was stained with my wetness, so copious were my juices that it looked like I had pissed myself.

As sanity returned to me I realised that I had better clean up and remove any traces of my activities in Amanda¹s bedroom. I checked that her panties were back where she had put them on top of her other clothes and hoped that she would just grab them and pop them in the laundry without too much attention to them. I didn¹t want her to see the soaking wet crotch that was caused by me sucking and licking them.

Her sheet was wet too of course, with my own secretions but a quick attack with her hair dryer which I spotted on her dressing table, dried it, leaving a faint mark which i hoped would pass unnoticed.

By the time Amanda returned an hour or so later all was looking as it should and I, apart from sticky knickers, was dressed properly and so far as I know Amanda never suspected anything.

It was for me the start of a realisation that I didn¹t need to have a partner to enjoy sex, all I needed was the pleasure of another womans sexuality. Since that first time I have often enjoyed the smell of a pungent pair of panties ... borrowed from friends laundry hampers or given gladly by lovers. I still prefer, no question about it, a mans hard cock but a fragrant woman, or her undies runs a close second.

(What a shame Amanda never found out, if she had, i wonder if there would have been a sequel to this story? Kindly sent in by Rose at wetrose@gmx.net .Rose is currently off work & on the mend after a car accident so she'll have plenty of time to answer all you emails - Jayne xx)