He had just involuntarily pressed his hand in his lap, trying to take the edge off his excitement when the phone rang. And just as it did weeks before, it presented Jake with an interesting opportunity.
Becky’s neighbor was baking and ran out of eggs. She asked him if he minded her running next door to drop some off.
“Of course!” he said, and she opened the refrigerator door. “I’ll survive, just be sure to leave some food and water out for me.”
“Ha-ha. Very funny smart guy.” She shot him a smile and walked out with a wave. “Be right back!”
Without even thinking, Jake was up and out of his chair. In the previous weeks, he learned that Becky’s room was right down the hallway off the kitchen, and he had no time to spare.
He almost felt he was hyperventilating, his heart was pounding so badly as he went through the door and directly to the white dresser on the far wall, the pounding in his head being answered by the throbbing in his groin.
It wasn’t planned, he couldn’t believe he was doing it, but the opportunity arose, and here he was, about to open Becky’s dresser. He stopped breathing as the top drawer slid open, and there in front of him was a sight that almost made him cry. A drawer full of Becky’s panties, folded into neat piles. And there on top was a pair of white cotton panties, with blue horizontal stripes. The pair so often fantasized about.
He slowly reached into the drawer and pulled out the soft garment and almost without thinking, brought it to his face. He breathed in a wonderful aroma, a slight perfumed smell with perhaps a hint of Becky’s aroma. He touched her panties lightly on his cheek and gave it the lightest kiss on the crotch, his other hand rubbing at the front of his jeans on his now fully engorged member.
Jake knew it had not been more that 20 seconds since Becky left her house, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He turned as he started to put the treasured object into his pocket and froze. There down the hall, staring at him was Becky Harper.
His mind raced and in what he later thought was the most ridiculous thing he ever did, opened the drawer and returned the panties to their original location.
His heart beating even faster (though all the blood evacuated from his groin he walked out of her room, not able to look at Becky. “Becky, I’m sorry” he said “I thought you were gone . . ” He couldn’t believe the babbling that was coming out of his mouth, as if it mattered weather he thought she’d be in the house.
“Oh, I . . . I dropped the eggs.” She said quietly backing into the kitchen, holding a brown bag with egg yolk leaking through. She threw out her package without looking up, got a new fresh bag and went out the door again, not once looking at Jake
Jake didn’t know what to do. She dropped the eggs! Surely not the brightest thing in the world, what he did, but why did she drop the eggs? Could he just leave? Would she tell her mother? Would she call the police? A thousand things ran through his mind, but in the end he decided he had to stick it out. Could he do damage control? What exactly did she see?