“What?” asked a very self-conscious Mary; had she done something wrong?
Gloria, pretending she didn’t know that was pussy fluid soaking the panties, exclaimed, as she stroked her fingers across the teen’s pussy, “I spilt so much lemonade, I got them on your panties, too!”
Mary was once again so surprised by the sudden action that before she knew it, Mrs. Taylor had swept her panties down her legs and all the way off her feet.
Gloria examined the panties closely, pretending to assess the stain before moving them to her nose for a long sniff, as Mary stared, mortified. Gloria looked into the air for a few moments as if puzzled, then did her best Eureka act, saying, “Oh, that’s what it is!” Gloria acted all shocked, as she lifted the panties to her nose again, as if confirming the teen’s wetness.
“That’s it, find my g-spot,” the principal moaned loudly.
Mary didn’t say anything, completely humiliated at what she’d accidentally done.
Gloria placed the panties thoughtfully on the end of the bed and looked at Mary as if she were noticing the look of utter embarrassment in the teen for the first time, before reassuring her in a voice dripping with honey, “Mary, it’s okay. We all get excited sometimes.”
“Really?” Mary asked.
Gloria nodded, as she walked to a clothes hamper in the corner and grabbed the panties she’d been wearing a few minutes ago, which she knew were sopping wet. She returned and handed them to Mary, confiding in a low voice as if there were a danger of being overheard, “I was masturbating when you rang my doorbell.”
Mary took the panties and held them, having no idea what to do with them, even as she was shocked by Mrs. Taylor’s admission… although it seemed rather obvious, based on the toys present on the bed, which were still buzzing, and the movie still playing on the laptop.
But Mary had never masturbated… her mother and father had made it fearfully clear that sex of any kind was only to occur once she was married… and even then only when necessary (whatever that meant), and although she had felt a tingling in her vagina on rare occasions… nothing had come anywhere near close to this… nor had she ever soiled her underwear.
Gloria asked, “Feel how wet they are?”
Mary obediently pressed her fingers into the damp fabric, “Yes,” Mary nodded, the panties were indeed quite wet.
“What can I say? I get excited easily,” Gloria shrugged, as she stood right in front of Mary and pointed to her pussy. “See? Just dressing you, the movie playing, and not finishing what I started has me all wet right now.”
Mary looked down at Mrs. Taylor’s vagina and did detect a glistening on the naked lips.
“Oh yes you cunt craving slut, suck on my clit.”
Gloria grabbed the second stocking, smiling to see that Mary was still staring at her pussy and still holding her soiled panties.
Mary watched as Mrs. Taylor dropped back to the carpet near Mary’s feet, and couldn’t help but lift the panties up to her nose… curious what they smelled like.
The scent was strong, but intoxicating… not at all what she would have fathomed if she had ever put any thought into the scent of a woman.