He was so light on his feet, so easy to follow, and each dance he held me a little closer so that I could feel his state of arousal. I totally loved i...t.The only other person I danced with was Mr. Ross, my math teacher who was one of the faculty chaperons. We did a jitterbug. A week later when final grades came out my solid "B" in math somehow turned into an "A". Go figure!!When 'after prom' was over at 2 AM Eddie drove me home. As we came in sight of our house I was disappointed to see that. “Padhta hoon sahib,” He replied “Kon si class mein,” I asked“Matric mein sahib ji,” He told. I held his hand and started caressing it pretending if it was just normal. He moved his butts just to adjust himself and in the process my dick touched his back. He didn’t move but I felt as if he was pressing his back on my dick. I also responded pushed little more, after a while he brought his hand back and rubbed his back as if his back was tickling. While doing that he touched my cock with his. I can appreciate all kinds of panties, thongs, boy shorts, briefs, and straight cotton ones as much as frilly things. It’s about quality, about the feeling it leaves on your skin and about the imagination of their creator. Am I a closet exhibitionist as well? Perhaps. But who cares? Panties are an expensive hobby, though, something I quickly learned. They drain your allowance faster than you can say "soaked crotch". Panties thus were the reason why you could find my sixteen year old self. This Story Contains Adult Content not suitable for those under the legal age in your country of origin, or those that are offended by fictional depictions of any of the following story codes: Enema, NC, M/F, bondage, Modification, Torture. if those codes offend you or you are not old enough to view Adult Content, Kindly Leave now, you have been warned. Everyone Else, enjoy the story, it’s my first attempt, I read a lot of stories that I liked and thought I would give writing one a.