Caught Pink Handed: Chapter 1

“Just what do you think you’re doing!”

I froze in place, my body still quivering from my orgasmic release. In my hand, pressed up against my nose, was a pair of pink, nylon panties, still damp from its previous wearer. The smell of the panties filled my nostrils with an overpowering aroma. I savored the scent, knowing well and good that my life was about to change for the worse.

It all started when I answered an ad about a vacant room in a two-bedroom apartment. I’d been looking for a place to live ever since my former roommate had his girlfriend move in. I was so tired of seeing him making out in the living room with her every time I came home.

Oh, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Gary. I’m 5’6” and a half, still a virgin, and I just finished grad school majoring in economics. Still, even picking a safe field like econ wasn’t a guarantee for success, and I’d be striking out left and right to find a job.

That’s why I was more than happy to move to a new apartment where my rent would be less than half of what I was paying now. And that wasn’t the only perk. It turns out that my new roomies were two extremely gorgeous women, and just my luck, they were lesbians.

Now let me be clear, I have no problem with lesbians. Some of my best friends throughout my life were lesbians. But...I mean...of course, they’d be lesbians. I’d never been so lucky to move into a co-ed space with two hot, young, single women. My virgin ass had less than a 0% chance with these two.

That didn’t stop me from daydreaming constantly, especially about Jesi. Jesi was a tall, slender, and super athletic Filipino girl. She was the type of pretty girl that didn’t need make-up to look beautiful. She was kind, caring, and teasing in all the right ways. It was like she knew just how to turn my gears. For instance, yesterday I was just chilling on the couch, watching tv. In walks Jesi, who comes up behind me and leans over the couch so that her two massive breasts were resting atop my head. I swear my boner was gonna burst from my pants right there and then.

The most unfair thing she’d do to me would have to be just after her daily jog. Jesi would come home and prepare herself breakfast just after running. Unshowered and sweaty with her face still flushed. If I was anywhere near the kitchen at the time, her musky scent alone would cause me to dribble pre-cum into my pants.

And it was that scent that started my unfortunate obsession. I fell in love, and not just with Jesi, but with her smell. I couldn’t get enough of her intoxicating scent. Whether it was her shampoo and perfume wafting through the air, or her dingy foot stench that emitted from her shoes after a long day at work, I just wouldn’t be satisfied.

Today, Jesi returned from his usual morning jog. I knew he schedule well, so I always tried to make my way into the kitchen at the same time ease day to indulge in her erotic aroma. I was standing in front of the toaster when she brushed up next to me while reaching over for a banana. I felt her glorious tits squish against my arm. Her hair moved right in front of my face, dripping sweat all over him. I couldn’t help myself but take in a nice, big whiff of her musky odor. As she pulled away, she unpeeled the banana and stared at me, chuckling to herself.

“Morning, Gar-Bear!” Jesi said as she ruffled my hair with her moist palm. Jesi was a few inches taller than me, and she knew just how much I hated it when she made me feel small, which only encouraged her to do it more. It was the worst. I wanted her to treat me like a lover, not a little brother.

“I’m gonna go wash up for work. Do you have any interviews today?” asked Jesi.

I shook my head no, feeling a bit dejected, “Nah, I’ll need to send out a few more applications this week.”

Jesi gave me a motivating smile, “Well if you ever want me to hook you up with a job at Hot Dog on a Stick, let me know.”

We both giggled as Jesi walked off, munching on that lucky banana. God, what I wouldn’t give to be that fucking banana.

I sat down at the kitchen counter, opened my laptop, and go to work, scrolling through dozens of pages and sending out my resumé to any position that was even remotely in my field. It was nice of Jesi to offer me a part-time gig, but with all due respect, I’d worked service jobs all throughout college and I didn’t want to go back.

An hour passed and Jesi soon walked out of her room, dressed up for work. “I’m heading out, stay out of trouble while I’m gone,” Jesi stated, giggling as left the apartment, leaving me all alone.

I tried to get back to work, but the thought of Jesi’s sweat-stained workout garb just waiting for me in her bedroom wouldn’t leave my mind. I was alone, after all. Jesi and her girlfriend would be out of the house for several hours. What would it hurt?

I stood up and made my way into Jesi’s room. The first thing I encountered was Jesi’s running shoes that were left abandoned by the bedroom door. I knelt down on the ground and stuck my nose into the smelly foot prison. I had to pull away quickly, as I felt my penis already mounting for an orgasm. It was all so exciting and enticing.

I turned my head to see the treasure chest of my dreams. Across the room on the other side of the bed was a laundry basket filled with discarded apparel. I ran over and pulled out exactly what I was looking for: Jesi’s sports bra, running socks, and the big one, her pink workout panties. They were nylon with a thicker cotton piece stitched into the crotch to prevent camel toe.

I started with the socks and bra, engulfing my nose in the heavenly, forbidden scent. My cock ached against my basketball shorts, begging to be played with. I might just have to jerk off with Jesi’s panties today.

But first, I needed to breathe in their nasty, fishy stench. My hands shook as I brought the smelly panties up to my nose and took in their powerful, lusty stink. Forget masturbating with them. I didn’t need to. Their fragrance, combined with the smooth feeling of panties mushed against my nose and mouth was all it took to cause a pre-mature climax in my pants. I moaned and grinded myself against the socks and bra in my other hand. The wet, sticky substance squirted out onto the front of my shorts, creating an unmistakable stain. Not that I really cared. I never wanted this moment to end.

“Just what do you think you’re doing!”

Those seven words were enough to bring me back to reality. I thought I had the place to myself and I didn’t see anyone else in the room. Little did I know that Jesi’s girlfriend, Aanya, had yet to leave for work. She was completely buried under her blankets, so I had no idea she was here when I entered.

I slowly turned around to face her, seeing her waving at me from under the covers while holding up her phone to me. On her face was the evilest grin imaginable.

Unlike Jesi, Aanya was her bitter, butch other half. She was over six feet tall and she was built like a fricking linebacker. As much as I loved being around Jesi, I couldn’t stand my time with Aanya. She reminded me of all the grade school bullies I had to deal with growing up. She constantly calls me a virgin, teases me about my anime figures, and worst of all, calls me “Girly Gary” non-stop, just because she’s so much bigger than me.

My interactions with her got even worse a week ago when she confronted me about sneaking looks at “her girl.” She got up in my face and I nearly started crying, which only brought on more teasing. If Jesi hadn’t run in to help, who knows how bad things could’ve escalated.

And now here she was, holding the greatest piece of blackmail anyone could ever gift her.

“Well, well, well. Looks like Girly Gary is as big of a perv as I suspected,” taunts Aanya.

I run towards the bed, yelling, “Give me tha-WAAH!”

Aanya wastes no time grabbing me by the shirt collar and pinning me to the bed. “Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands,” stated Aanya sternly. “If I wanted to, I could have your degenerate ass tossed out onto the street!”

Unable to help myself, I start crying and begging, “I’m so sorry! I-I lost control of myself! Please don’t show Jesi!”

“You’re sorry you did this or you’re sorry you got caught?!” screamed Aanya. I had no response, which in and of itself was response enough. “That’s what I thought.”

Aanya released me and stood up. I tried to stand up myself, but she shoved me back on my ass.

“Look, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll do all the cleaning, wash your car, anything! Just please delete that video! It could ruin my life!” My tears were flowing profusely by this point, as snot dribbled down from my nose.

Scoffing, Aanya rolled her eyes, as her heartstrings started to get the better of her. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to get her revenge. She stared at him intensely, watching as he blubbered uncontrollably while sitting with his legs crossed, trying to hide his messy pants. The sight of him acting like this gave Aanya a wicked idea. She smiled with a sort of malice usually reserved for cartoon villains.

“Okay, stop crying, you big baby! I won’t tell anyone.” Aanya said, giving me a glimmer of hope for a brief moment. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last. “BUT, you’re going to listen to everything I have to say from here on out and be completely obedient to me. Got it!?”

I nodded my head up and down rapidly. Indentured servitude was far better than having my creamy explosion end up online.

Aanya stood up and walked into her closet, stripping herself of her pajamas all the while. I covered my eyes, not expecting her to be this bold. “Oh, I don’t mind if you look. You’re never getting any of this anyway, Girly Gary,” she said, laughing to herself.

I fumed at Aanya’s cruel joke. If I hadn’t been on thin ice as it is, I would’ve given her a piece of my mind. But, due to present circumstances, I held my tongue.

As I waited, I felt my bladder start to build up. I was so used to relieving myself after ejaculating that it was a habitual thing for me. I started to edge my way out of the room, but before I made it to the door, Aanya returned. She dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt.

“Let’s get going. We’ve got a lot to do today,” said Aanya, grabbing her purse. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of her room and towards the front door, sliding me a pair of my shoes to put on.

“W-wait, I can’t go outside like this! Look at my pants!” I shouted, in hopes that Aanya would release my hand and let me go change.

Those hopes were quickly dashed. “Oh, but that’s what I want. I want everyone we pass to look at your pants.”

“C-can I at least go use the restroom? I have to pee.” I said, panic continuing to build in my voice.

Aanya chuckled, looking me up and down. “Nope! I think this’ll be a good test to see if you can avoid any more nasty accidents. Now, get your shoes on.”

“W-where are we going?” I ask, nervously.

Aanya stands up and looks down at me with authoritative eyes. I didn’t know what was in store for me but judging from her cruel grin, I knew it wouldn’t be good.

“We’re going to the mall. You have a lot of shopping to do.”

TO BE CONTINUED...