But it didn't stop there. Your desire became an obsession. You spent your days imagining what panties she was wearing that day. While she was walking to class, you pictured the incredible sexiness hidden just under her jeans. By day, you'd rush to your dorm and jerk off thinking of her panties. Then by evening, the two of you would hang out and hook up.
But you no longer saw her panties as an inconvenience, or as a supplement. You were beginning to see them as the main event. You told Madden all the time how sexy she looked in her panties, and you bought her new ones all the time. She was always flattered, and she was happy to wear them for you because she knew how much it turned you on. When her pants came off, her panties now stayed on as long as you could manage. You explored inside them, rubbed her through them. When it was time to fuck her, you pulled the panties to the side instead of dropping them. You would go down on her through her panties. She just thought it was ok, because it dulled the sensation of your tongue. But for you it was magical because you were forcing her panties against her clit and into her pussy, and you couldn't imagine anything sexier. When you finally had to stop teasing, you would again pull them to the side instead of taking them off. You would inhale long, deep breaths over her wet panties, trying to absorb the scent of her lust from them.