After he turned Hayley's laptop off, he looked down at the closed drawer in which he had just put her diary.
Man, I really wanna see what's in there.
He slowly reached a hand toward the drawer, but the fact that it was Hayley's hand reaching made him think twice. Fear and guilt pulled the hand back, and he decided to just leave it alone.
He did not feel inclined to do very much at the moment; not that there was much to do in Hayley's room… that he wouldn't get his butt kicked for, anyway.
I'll just go to sleep.
He turned and looked at her bed, but it was as he drew closer when the implications began to dawn on him. He was wearing her jeans and her black t-shirt.
The t-shirt was fine, he supposed, but the prospect of trying to sleep in jeans was not at all appealing.
He sat on her bead and thought about his predicament as he took off her shoes and socks and picked the fuzz out from between her toes.
He was about to put her last foot down, but he paused. He glanced at the locked bedroom door, then the closed laptop, and confident that he was not being seen, he lifted her foot to his nose and sniffed curiously.
Not bad.
He immediately put her foot down, ever so slightly embarrassed.
Back to the matter at hand, he went over to her chest of drawers to see if he could find a pair of shorts or pajamas.
He pulled open the top drawer and found socks and underwear.
"Gah!", he exclaimed, and then quickly shut it. He took a couple of seconds to gather himself, and then opened the second drawer.
He found more jeans, so he closed it and moved to the last drawer. There were some sweats and athletic shorts and shirts.
Where are the pajamas?
He thought a moment.
Does she not wear pajamas? Does she... sleep in just her bra and panties? Or maybe... just her panties?
Scenes of her went through his mind. He imagined her crawling into bed in various states of undress, but he soon felt that it was going nowhere. It felt oddly non-productive. He then realized that normally he would be sexually aroused by now.
Right. No dick.
Disappointed, he returned his attention to finding something to wear to bed. He wondered where she would keep her pajamas, if she had any, and surely she had some.
Logically, would they not be with her socks and underwear? He never did get a good look at what all was in the top drawer. He may have missed them.
He pushed the bottom drawer in, and then hesitantly re-opened the top drawer, slowly.
Holy crap, I'm looking in Hayley's underwear drawer.
Hayley's heart rate increased. Her socks were rolled and neatly placed. Cotton panties were folded and stacked. Further back were her bras. Off to one side were a couple of thin pairs of pajamas on top of a flannel pair.
Well. There they are.
He had found them, but he was not moving to take any. Hayley's eyes found themselves back on the bras and panties.
He fidgeted nervously, and then he wiped Hayley's sweaty palms on her jeans. He cautiously reached for the top pair of panties, and then picked them up. He unfolded them and held them up.
Again, he imagined Hayley wearing them, and again, it began to feel futile.
Man, I miss my dick.
Hayley's mouth dropped open as certain facts started to fall together for him. He suddenly realized that he didn't need to imagine.
Hayley's heart started pounding, again, as he paced anxiously.
"Ohhh, crap. What should I do? Should I do this? Who's gonna know? She'll find out. I just have to be careful and put everything back like it was. But I'll screw it up. But I can't pass up this opportunity. But it's wrong. That's why I was so careful not to look and touch in the bathroom."
He began to hyperventilate.
"Oh, man, I can't breath." He stopped and took some deep breaths to calm down. He looked at the panties in his hands and then into the mirror of the vanity beside Hayley's bed.
He stepped a little closer as he stared at Hayley's face. He ran a couple of fingers down her cheek and over her lips.
How many guys have had this fantasy? And here I am in a position to live it out.
He looked back at the panties in Hayley's hands. He quickly moved back to the open drawer, and then he carefully folded the panties up and put them back into place.
He removed Hayley's communicator from her wrist and set it on the top of the chest of drawers before slowly walking over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall. He stared into the mirror at Hayley's body and face, occasionally alternating between the two.
He put Hayley's hands on her covered stomach and gently slid them back to her sides. He moved them down over her hips to her upper thighs and then up the front of her hips.
Over her stomach and upwards across her ribs, he slowed as he approached her breasts. He stopped before contact. He removed her hands and held them open in front of her breasts, as if about to grab them.
He'd never been to second base with a girl, before. He'd often wondered what it would feel like to cup Hayley's breasts. Most of his fantasies were with him in front of her, but a couple had him behind her, reaching around under her arms.
He took a breath, closed her eyes, and then he softly cupped them. It was even better than he had imagined.
He could feel the softness, the fullness. He lifted them upwards a little as he squeezed. He had been focused on the feeling in "his" hands, but then the sensation from the breasts' point of view became more pronounced.
As he groped and moved them, he could feel the material of Hayley's bra rubbing against her nipples.
He opened her eyes to see Hayley squeezing her own breasts in front of him. The reflection of her cupped under her breasts and lifted; squeezing and bouncing them.
He released and lifted his hands to her shirt collar. He grabbed and started to pull it up, but he quickly realized that he was about to take her shirt off like a guy takes his own shirt off. He wanted to see her take it off like a girl.
He crossed her arms in front of her stomach and grabbed the hem of the shirt in each hand. He watched intently as he slowly lifted the material, gradually exposing the bare flesh of her belly. Her navel and then her ribcage were revealed.
To his disappointment, he had to pull the material over "his" eyes, so it would block his view, but he made a point to pull her head out of the neck hole and soon as possible, so that he could watch her arms extending straight up.
He withdrew one arm, and then lowered the other and dropped the shirt onto the floor. There was Hayley in jeans and a bra. As he admired the view and ran her fingers across her stomach, he pondered what to remover next.
He did like the idea of seeing her barefoot in jeans and topless, but the jeans her body was wearing were not really the right kind for that.
He moved her fingers down to her belt and unbuckled it. He unbuttoned and then slowly unzipped them. He held the flaps open so that a little bit of the front of her panties was exposed.
He admired the view again as he thought about how to proceed. Did he want to see her bend over at the waist as she pushed them down her legs? Did he want to see her wiggle her hips as she pushed them, and then let them drop on their own? Did he want to do either of those with a back view?
He decided to take it slow and just do what felt right.
Mentally, he removed himself from her body. In his mind, he was watching her, and it was like he was directing her, except more in the back of his mind. It was like she knew what he liked, and she was doing it just for him.
She slid her hands down her stomach and over the front of her panties. She moved them sideways, nearer her hips and then pushed the jeans down just a couple of inches.
She turned sideways, rolling her hips one direction, and then rolled them the other as she continued turning so her back faced him. The waistband and a small strip of her panties were exposed above the waist of her loose jeans.
She lowered to a squatting position, leaning forward slightly so that the waist of her jeans pocketed outward, exposing a little more of her panties. Too bad she was not wearing a thong.
She perched herself on the balls of her feet and leaned her torso all the way over to rest on her upper thighs. Balancing was a little tricky, but she hooked her thumbs into her jeans and slowly pushed them over and down her cotton-covered ass.
Momentarily, she dropped her head as if to lay on her knees, but then she raised her head and torso, arched her back slightly, and straightened her arms.
Back on flat soles, she raised her rear and torso enough to let her turn sideways, and then she pushed her jeans a little passed halfway down her thighs. She then put her arms on her knees, letting her hands hang. She positioned her head horizontally, looking sideway, and let her hair hang down on one side. It was very much like a model pose.
She stood up, her jeans resting above her knees, and turned to face him again. She stroked her body, eventually moving her hands behind her to unhook her bra.
It took a couple of tries, but she finally got it unhooked, and then she let her hands fall to her sides.
The bra difficulty, and the fact that the next action was to expose Hayley's breasts, brought him back to his own mind a little, but he managed to force it down again.
She stood, legs straight and slightly apart, with her head downward and to the side. She slid her hands up her ribs to the bottoms of her breasts. There was only the slightest pause before her fingers disappeared behind the cups of her bra.
She gasped as her fingertips past over her nipples, and then her hands cupped her breasts and squeezed firmly.
He closed her eyes and took off the bra completely, dropping in onto the floor, and then put her hands back over her breasts, before opening her eyes.
She raised her head vertical and spread her fingers to squeeze her breasts again. Even though her breasts were a fine size, they were not full enough to have the desired effect of flesh bulging out between her fingers, or at least, not to the preferred extent.
She released her grip and began moving her hands outward, closing her fingers and stopping when only her fingertips were covering her nipples. She pressed them firmly toward her chest for one quick mental snapshot, and then turned almost backward again.
Looking back, she raised her arms above her head, letting them bend at the elbows. She then gradually turned, revealing more and more of the side of her left breast. She stopped when only a hint of nipple showed, and then she returned to her almost backward position.
She dropped her hands to her hips, and then ran her fingers up from the bottom of her ass. She squeezed her cheeks and then released and continued up to her waist.
She tucked her fingers under her waistband and slid her palms down over the flesh of her ass. Her wrists forced the waistband down a little, but she helped it along until the top of the crack of her ass was peeking out.
She removed her hands almost completely, and then she started down again, very slowly pushing her panties along the way. Her feet and legs were together. She stopped pushing once the waistband had cleared her buttocks.
She cupped her breasts and turned sideways for a mental snapshot, and then returned. She squatted for another mental snapshot, and then stood up again.
She pulled up the front of her panties as far as she could without changing the back, cupped her breasts again, and then turned around to offer a front view.
A small line of trimmed, golden hair could be seen above the waistband. She straightened her fingers and rubbed them across her nipples before smoothly sliding her hands down her ribs to the front of her hips.
There they were: Hayley's bare breasts. That brought him back to his own mind, and he did not care. They were not exactly as he had imagined, but they were not at all disappointing.
Her hands moved mindlessly over and around her stomach as he basked in the sight. Soon, he began playing with her nipples. He began feeling the sensations more than just enjoying the view.
As if intuitively, he licked her fingertips and spread the saliva over her nipples and they almost immediately began to stiffen. He pinched and rolled them. He pulled them.
He then became more aware of her crotch. It was a stirring within, of sorts. He felt an urge to touch her between her legs.
He slid a palm down her belly. He brushed her fingers briefly along the exposed pubic hairs, but then pushed beneath her panties. He ran her fingers through her patch, stroked it a few times and then continued down.
Hayley's mouth dropped open and he gasped as her fingers glided over her hidden clit. He made no direct contact, but the mere vibrations of the motion were enough to send a shiver through her body.
He continued down, along the crease, over her pussy. That was enough. He wanted to see it.
He took her hand out and pushed the panties down almost to her jeans, and then he took in the magnificent view. After a moment, he finally took off her jeans and panties and stood completely nude.
He took a moment to relish the sight of a completely naked Hayley, swiveling to give him a fuller view. The daydreams and fantasies were finally a reality… to an extent.
He took a few steps closer to the mirror for a better look at her pussy. The angle was not great, so he pulled her desk chair over and sat down, leaning back with her legs apart.
He ran her hands up her inner thighs and slowly along the outer edge of her pussy. Her thumbs and fingers framed it from the sides and above, and then with her fingers, he pulled her skin outward. Her vaginal lips unsealed to reveal the beautiful pink within.
He scooted the chair as close as he could to the mirror and spread her pussy wide. He inspected the fleshy surfaces as well as the tiny holes. Perhaps best of all, he pulled back her clitoral hood to see the little nub beneath.
He transferred an ample amount of saliva from her mouth to that little nub and then rubbed it. It was almost like electricity coursing through her lower abdomen.
He felt compelled to rub all around, however, also like he was not yet warmed up. He'd watched porn before, so he had a decent idea of what to do.
Uh, oh.
He suddenly wondered if Hayley was still a virgin. He was pretty sure that she'd never had sex with anyone, but what about her hymen? He certainly would not be able to fix or hide breaking that.
He thought about carefully inserting his finger to check for it, but he did not want to risk it.
I better avoid any... insertions.
He pushed away from the mirror and stood up from the chair. His mood was starting to diminish so he felt that it was time to get comfortable. He pushed all the stupid throw pillows off the bed, and then got the pillow that is meant to be slept on out of the closet.
He pulled the covers down, put the pillow in place, and then climbed into the bed.
It's shame that I have to limit myself. I really wanted to see what it was like to grind into a pillow. That's always hot to watch.
He lay down on Hayley's back, closed her eyes and let her right hand go to work.