Life 2.0. Vol III: One More Collection Of Mostly Short Sweet Stories

Panty Line

The morning sunlight streaming through the open window cast a warm, golden glow over the bedroom, accentuating the rumpled bed sheets, and highlighting the neatly folded pair of bikini cut panties resting on top of the dresser.

Raymond sat up in bed, his heart racing as he stared at the familiar lacy garment, remembering the thrill of the last time, several weeks ago, when he had slipped them on under his jeans and worn them to school. He couldn't help but smile to himself, knowing he was going to be wearing them again today left him feeling more alive than ever before.

As he got ready for school, Raymond carefully slid the panties up his legs, reveling in the softness against his skin. He swiped a stray strand of hair from his face and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he finished getting dressed and headed out the door, secure in his belief that no one would ever know his secret. They wouldn't know, couldn't know, due to how careful he been to ensure they were well below the waistband of his jeans. He had also made a point of wearing a longer shirt that came well below his waist as well.

The walk into school was a blur of anxious anticipation and quiet relief as Raymond made his way through the familiar halls, nodding at classmates and teachers alike. He couldn't help but feel a thrill every time he moved, the lacy material of the panties caressing his skin in a way that made him feel more alive than ever before. It was a secret pleasure he'd occasionally been able to experience, on days he knew he wouldn't have to change for gym class and it was all his own.

Raymond's heart skipped a beat as he spotted her across the crowded cafeteria, sitting alone at a table as she often did. She was Crystal, the most beautiful girl in school, and Raymond had harbored a secret crush on her for as long as he could remember. Her long, raven-black hair fell in perfect waves around her shoulders, and her deep green eyes captured the attention of anyone who looked into them. He couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy as he noticed the way the other boys in school flocked to her, vying for her attention, although she rejected all their advances.

However, with Raymond, his crush on her was different from the other boys. He didn't want to date her, have a romantic relationship with her, no, he wanted to be her. Not just be like her, but actually be her. He wanted to wear the clothes she wore, the makeup she used, even the underwear she wore. He wanted her life. It was a secret desire he had kept hidden from absolutely everyone, for as long as he could remember.

After lunch, Raymond headed down the hallway towards his next class when suddenly someone knocked into him, causing his books to fly out of his hands. He looked down at his books strewn across the floor as the other students in the crowded hallway continued on their way, ignoring his plight.

When he looked back up he was surprised to see her standing there, her green eyes glowing with sympathy. "Grow up, jerk." She yelled down the hall at the boy who had purposely ran into Raymond. He couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him as she spoke, the sound of her voice making his heart race.

Raymond bent over to pick up his books, his back to Crystal. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat. "Thank you," he finally managed to choke out. He paused, feeling a strange mixture of emotions wash over him. Part of him wanted to turn around and face her, to see if she was really looking at him, but another part of him was terrified that if he did, she'd realize what he'd been thinking, what he'd been feeling.

Suddenly he realized she had bent down next to him to help him pick up his stuff. Her scent, a mixture of vanilla and lemon verbena, filled his nose and made it difficult to breathe. His heart began to race, and he felt a strange heat rising in his cheeks. "Here, let me help you," she said softly, handing him his textbook. He took it from her, feeling her fingers brush against his own, he quickly looked up into her eyes. They were filled with concern and something else, something he couldn't quite place.