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Plain Jane and the New Panties

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      For the most part, Janie's panties were plain,
white, cotton women's briefs.  Hanes. Plain Jane's
Hanes, was how she thought of them. Her first
recollection of being called Plain Jane was from the
fourth grade, when some girls started dressing
differently and a few began wearing makeup. Jane's
mother didn't approve of makeup and bought her
daughter practical, nondescript clothing. 
	Now Jane was older, going on 15 years old, and even
now some kids referred to her as plain Jane. Her
mother's tastes and restrictions hadn't changed much,
but Jane did get out some, and it was on one trip to
the mall that she had found the panties.
	Her mother never allowed her to go in to Victoria's
Secret. She barely even glanced at it as they past,
headed for the JCPenney's or Sears or wherever the
sales were. But one day last summer her mother had a
doctor's appointment at the clinic just down from the
mall. Jane, as was often the case, wasn't doing
anything, so on the off chance that they might go to
the mall after the appointment, she came along.
	Her mother left her the keys to the car while she
went in for the appointment. Jane was not driving yet,
but she sat in the car for 20 minutes or so and
listened to the radio. When she got bored with that,
she locked the car and went in to the office. Her
mother was sitting in the crowded waiting room, with
no chairs anywhere near her. 
	"Hey mom, how long do you think it will be?" Her
mother looked up from her magazine and scowled. 
	"Unfortunately, either they or I mixed up the
appointment time. I was almost an hour early. I don't
see the point in going anywhere, since now I've only
got thirty minutes, but it looks like they're behind
schedule. It could be a while."
	Jane tried not to roll her eyes. She knew that she
was unlikely to get anything she asked for if she
appeared dissatisfied with her current situation.
	"Mom, would it be ok if I walked down to the mall?
I'll check back in a little bit so you won't have to
wait on me."
	Her mother looked around the waiting room, taking in
how crowded it was and considered. "Yeah, I guess so.
Don't take too long though. One hour from now I hope
to be done."
	Jane smiled slightly and agreed to be back in exactly
an hour. She figured it would take her about five
minutes to get to the mall, so she'd have 50 minutes
to browse, unattended by her mom.
	The first place she headed was for the music store.
Her mother never let her spend much time there, and
there were a lot of CD's she would like to get. She
had built up about $50 in allowance and figured she
might get a CD or two. She checked out the new
releases, then ambled through the bargains and finally
found 1 CD she figured her mother wouldn't mind her
getting. 
	In general, Janie knew that her mother didn't like
her to spend much time in any of the stores that Janie
considered fun. Not much time in the music store, or
the book store, or the place with all the earrings and
jewelry. She looked at her watch and realizing she had
burned twenty minutes already, headed for the jewelry.
	As she walked in that direction, the display at
Victoria's Secret caught her eye. She looked at her
watch, made a self-conscious glance around her, and
walked in. 
	The first person to greet her was an attractive young
woman who looked to Jane as if she was about college
age. Jane was shy and when asked if she needed
anything, simply replied "No thanks," and proceeded to
browse around.
	She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was. She
felt silly for being bothered. "It's just underwear,"
she kept reminding herself as she examined the bras,
panties and lingerie which decorated the store. She
enjoyed the feel of silk, and was amazed at the many
colors and designs that were available.
	After a few minutes, she saw a pair of panties that
she knew she had to have. They were a yellow color,
with one flower on them near the left hip, and though
she would have called them "yellow with a flower"
Victoria's Secret gave them the romantic name Lemonade
Floral. They were $5.50, or 5 for $20. She knew she
couldn't buy them. Her mother wouldn't approve. But
she did it anyway. A single pair. Lemonade Floral. Her
decision took her all of five minutes from the time
she walked into the store. 	
	Heading towards the exit, she schemed at how she
might hide the panties. She could sneak them into the
car and then get them later, maybe hide them in the
trunk. Or she could stuff them in her CD bag, or she
could, "Put them on!" She thought, stepping quickly
into a relatively empty women's clothing store,
grabbing a blouse and heading towards the dressing
room.
	She walked in, and took off her sandals, pants and
underwear. She tried to remember if she had ever stood
naked from the waist down in a dressing room. She
looked at her naked crotch in the mirror. She had
started growing pubic hair several years before and
had learned about her "female issues" from her mother,
who handed her a clinical pamphlet when she had her
first period. It felt kind of strange, standing there
half-naked, and she got goose bumps on her behind from
exposing herself to the mall air conditioning.
	She took the panties out, quietly pulled the tag off
of them and slipped them on. She pulled up her t-shirt
to get a better look and enjoyed the view of her
stomach, and her "privates" encased in the nice
material. It was cotton, just like her Hanes, but they
were cut low, barely covering the top of her bottom
and with the color, they felt very different from her
Plain Jane Hanes. She wondered how her belly button
would look pierced, like some of the girls at school,
with low cut pants to show off her stomach and give a
glimpse of these panties. 	
	She must have daydreamed a little longer than she
thought, because she looked at her watch and realized
that she had to go NOW. She pulled her pants back on,
walked out with her Hanes shoved in the CD bag, hung
up the blouse, nodded at the bored looking clerk, and
headed for the exit. Once she got outside, she stopped
at a trash can, dumped her old panties in them, (she
had enough that her mother, who usually did the
laundry, would never notice them missing) and walked
quickly back to the clinic.
	Jane was winded when she walked in to the office, but
had time to sit down and catch her breath before her
mother got out. Her mother looked around briefly and
spotted Jane at the same time that Jane got up to walk
towards her. She smiled, and Jane smiled back, feeling
somewhat guilty, but also pleased with her own secret.
	Jane and her mother, Anne, decided to go eat before
they went home. They went to the cafeteria next to the
mall, got chicken and vegetables ( her mother rarely
took them to anything that could be called "fast
food") and ate in relative quiet. Anne mentioned
needing to pick up a few groceries, so they headed to
the store and picked up some items and headed home.	
	Through lunch, Jane's mind was not clear. She was
thinking about her own underwear. She was surprised by
it. She felt sexier, even though she knew no one could
see her panties, which led her to think about walking
around in her new panties. She wished she had taken
the time to check on a matching bra, but was pleased
with her panty purchase. She looked around at people
near her, wondering what kind of underwear each of
them wore. Boxes or briefs? Bikinis or t-backs? The
whole thing just made her feel, well, aroused.
	She also had to plan things. Her mother did the
laundry, and was usually very meticulous. However,
Jane always put things away, so she could probably
hand wash the panties when she needed to. But how
would she dry them? She had to consider what kind of
trouble her $6 panties could cause.
	By the time she got home, she swore she could feel
the panties. They weren't uncomfortable or anything,
just very "there". She also knew that she was damp,
aroused in a way she hadn't been before. She told her
mom she was going upstairs to take a nap. It wasn't
atypical on a summer afternoon. She was adolescent,
after all, and seemed to need sleep all the time. She
didn't have any intention of sleeping though, at least
not until after she played with herself.	
	She took off her sandals, unzipped her khakis and
dropped them to the floor. She looked at her image in
the mirror, enjoying the view of her panties which now
had a slightly darker shading at the crotch, from the
moisture that had accumulated from the afternoon. She
rubbed her index finger between her legs and moaned as
she rubbed her swollen clitoris. She thought that with
a few more rubs, she would come, but she wanted to
prolong it a little first.
	She pulled her bed spread and sheets back and got in
the bed. Deciding that her mother probably wouldn't
bother her, she removed her shirt and bra as well. Her
nipples were already hard. She reached for the left
nipple, rolled it gently, then palmed each breast. She
sat cross legged on the bed, naked except for her
panties, and gently touched herself, her breasts, then
her stomach, then her thighs and calves, even her
feet. She knew it wouldn't take long but she kept
drawing it out, teasing herself.	
	Normally when she masturbated, it was functional.
Once or twice a week she went to her room, got naked,
got in bed, and rubbed her clit for a few minutes
until she was done. Sometimes it was before turning in
for the night, sometimes a few minutes after her
mother left, other times under the same pretense as
she was currently using - a nap. 
	But this was different. This was far more sensual.
She rubbed her hands across the back of her neck,
through her medium length brown hair, even over her
face, her chest again, then finally laid back.
	Her legs were spread and the moisture seeping through
the crotch of her newly purchased underwear was
unmistakable now. She wasn't just damp, she was wet.
Her chest flushed pink as the result of her arousal.
Her nipples were fully erect. Even the light hair on
her stomach seemed to be tingling with the full
arousal she was feeling. She cleared her throat, then
sighed as both her hands felt her vulva through the
Lemonade Floral fabric. 
	The sheets, cool and comfortable, felt good against
her naked back as she continued to rub and play,
touching her warm thighs. Her left hand moved slowly
from leg to stomach and then to her other thigh as her
right stayed between her legs. Her right index finger
stroked steadily, up and down, further wetting her
panties. Under the pressure of her finger, her wet
crotch felt like it was already pulsing, moving
beneath her. She desperately wanted to reach
underneath the panties and touch her clit directly,
but also wanted her first orgasm in her new panties to
be from the outside. 
	Jane moved her left hand next to her right. She kept
the rhythmic stroking of her clit going, but was now
pushing her panties inside herself with her left. The
warmth and wetness between her legs was spreading, and
the panties were clinging to her as she continued
rubbing and pushing.	
	Her knees were bent now and she stared at the ceiling
and breathed heavily as her orgasm approached. She
lifted her hips, then lowered them, thrusting against
her hands as if someone was above her, and she focused
on an image in her mind. Not a fantasy, just a
thought, a picture of someone, male or female, it
didn't matter, on top of her, pushing against her.
Then the forbidden word came into her mind and the
image took form.
	"Oh fuck," she whispered, her hands and hips
thrusting against each other. "Fuck me." The image
became a man, thrusting, pushing himself into her,
taking her virginity. She mouthed the words again,
"fuck me." Then her body clenched, her hips raised and
for what seemed like a full minute she froze, the peak
of her orgasm sweeping over her. 

 From deep in her throat a low moan surfaced and her
body relaxed, dropping back to the bed as her orgasm
eased. "Oh god, oh my god," she thought, or said as
she gently touched herself through her panties. She
rolled over onto her side, her hands still between her
legs, and fell asleep. 

When she woke she was stunned. Two hours had passed in
the blink of an eye. Her hands still grasped her panty
clad crotch, which still felt damp, though not as warm
as before. She sat up, looked down at her panties, and
smiled. 

"Wow." Then she stood, removed the panties and without
knowing why she brought them to her face and inhaled.
She had never done that. Usually after an orgasm she
didn't even put her fingers near her face, but here
she was sniffing her own panties. And she enjoyed it.
She even stuck out her tongue, tentatively and tasted
them. It was not a taste she found unpleasant, and the
fact that she was even doing such a thing made her
feel aroused in a fun, dirty kind of way. In a moment
she had the crotch in her mouth and was sucking the
moisture out of them until the taste dissipated. 

She lay back down in the bed and with the panties, wet
from her saliva and her juices, laying on her chest,
she quickly stroked herself to another orgasm, this
one finger to clit; quick, functional and not nearly
as strong as the first one, but necessary
nevertheless. Now she could return to the world, the
haze of arousal dissipating as she put on a clean pair
of Plain Jane's Hanes, got dressed, buried the
Lemonade Florals in the bottom of her underwear drawer
and headed to the bathroom to clean up and get ready
for supper. 




	
		
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