Panty Town

Jimmy was a bit worried that gay spores would infect his body, but he was a
paperboy and the Simmons' were on his route. So one Saturday as he went to
collect for delivering the paper all week, he was a little worried when
Traci answered the door.

It wasn't the Traci, whom he knew as the ostracized Wilbur, from school.
This was a Traci with lipstick, a bit of blush and a pink barrette. It was
a Traci wearing a pretty blue dress, tan stockings and high-heeled blue
sandals.

Jimmy was startled. Was this how his "gay" schoolmate dressed around the
house? And Wilbur wasn't even ashamed to be seen in a dress! Wilbur sure
was pretty, Jimmy thought, then deleted that thought immediately. He was
going to get his money and leave.

"Hello, Jimmy," Traci said to her bug-eyed classmate. "Are you OK?"

Jimmy blinked, then cleared his throat. "Four dollars and fifty cents," he
croaked.

"Excuse me?" Traci said, even though she knew perfectly well what Jimmy
meant.

Jimmy stammered, "For the paper. This week. Daily and Sunday. Sunday is
more."

Traci smiled. She liked that Jimmy was babbling.

Despite his fears, Jimmy liked Traci's smile a lot. Involuntarily, he
smiled back.

Traci said, "My father and sister are out, but I think the money is in the
kitchen. Would you walk back with me to get it?"

Alone in the house! With this, this person! Jimmy was terrified. And his
cock was completely vertical.

Traci gave Jimmy another nova-like smile, then escorted him to the kitchen.
"I know it's around here somewhere," she said. "Oh. That's right. It's in
the bottom drawer."

Shamelessly, Traci bent over at the waist to open the drawer, giving Jimmy
an excellent view of her stocking tops, her warm, milky thighs, and her
pretty panties.

The greatest sight of his life mesmerized Jimmy. He gulped. Why was Wilbur
taking so long to find that money? Jimmy hoped "Wilbur" never found it. He
was panting and gasping in arousal.