Amy walked out of the bathroom into her bedroom and towards her dresser. Opening the top drawer, she rummaged amongst the delicate articles until she spied her favorite pair of panties. They were a peach-colored thong made of nylon and spandex that hugged every curve of Amy’s most delicate area. Not exactly a G-string, it had just enough fabric in the back to prevent it from feeling like she was flossing her butt cheeks, whilst making sure the succulent flesh of her ass was always the star of the show. She loved the way the velvety smooth fabric felt on her mound, and Amy became flushed in the cheeks just thinking about it. She slipped the pair of panties on and adjusted the fabric so that it laid flawlessly across her silky-smooth skin. She grabbed a pair of soft ankle socks and slipped them on her feet, then walked over to her closet where she spied her favorite sweatshirt. It was a black, slightly oversized hoodie with the logo of her favorite band across the back. She slipped it on over her head and allowed the hood to hang down across her back while she pulled her arms through the sleeves. The sleeves were just a bit too long as she could only barely get her fingers halfway through the cuffs once her arms were fully straightened, and the bottom of the hoodie ended at the level of her upper thighs, just barely concealing her panty-clad slit.
Amy walked back over to her dresser and admired herself in the mirror. She lifted the bottom of her hoodie just enough so that she could catch a glimpse of the peach-colored fabric of her panties, then turned around and admired her toned and plump ass. She placed her hands under each cheek and delicately lifted her luscious bum before releasing it, allowing her yummy ass to recoil slightly before coming to rest in its full and natural state. Amy’s face became flushed once again as the tingling sensation in her groin intensified. She then grabbed a handful of flesh from her ass cheek and gave it a healthy squeeze, followed by a light slap. Amy knew that whoever she chose to lose her virginity to would be thoroughly thrilled at the opportunity to ravish her young supple body.
As she turned back around, she lowered her hand and slowly ran a finger over her pussy lips, relishing the tingling sensation as the soft nylon fibers teased the increasingly sensitive nerves. Amy closed her eyes and let out a slow moan as the warmth between her legs continued to build. Her tongue ran across the bottom of her upper lip, tasting the sweet strawberry flavor of her lip gloss. Amy’s legs began to quiver and, realizing this, she opened her eyes to place her hand out on the dresser to steady herself. Having snapped out of her previous trance, she now became acutely aware of her increased breathing rate. She also could not help but notice the slight moisture that now occupied the fabric of her panties overlying her pussy. As much as Amy was turned on right now, she had a few more things to do before she could settle in for the night and play with herself. As she took her hand away from her most delicate area, she thought to herself how much more pleasurable it will be later… when she was ready. As she contemplated her plans for the rest of the night, a mischievous smile began to form across her face.
As Max lay curled on his bed in the corner of the kitchen, his nostrils flared as he once again caught a hint of that mysterious scent that had presented itself earlier. It was faint, but it was there. Max slowly got up from his position and cautiously walked out of the kitchen towards the hallway. He glanced around the corner, looking down the far end of the hall towards where the alluring smell was coming from. He could see the door to Young Mistress’ room was opened halfway, and the shadow of the young girl as she moved about the room. A sweet aroma filled Max’s nostrils as he could tell she just bathed herself, but the other alluring scent was still present. Not wanting to disturb Young Mistress as she prepared herself, Max turned back towards his bed and plopped back down. His hunger may have been somewhat satiated by stale kibble, however his curiosity towards the mysterious musk was building.
Amy walked over to the curtain of her window and looked outside. She could barely see the receding sun and orange-pink evening sky over the western tree line as the twilight hours quickly approached. Amy then turned and walked over to her desk drawer, and with the same naughty smirk, opened it and plucked out a well-hidden vape pen. It was loaded with a particularly potent THC oil cartridge…so she was told. The pen was not hers, of course. She had borrowed it from Lexi, a close friend of hers on the running team. She occasionally shared it with her and the others for special occasions, or when someone was having a particularly stressful week. It was considered by most on the team to be somewhat less risky than alcohol, however several on the team were known to frequent the keggars put on by the local community college frat house. While Amy was careful to stay away from alcohol, the vape pen was a small indulgence that she would sparingly partake in when the situation was particularly suitable. She considered it just another form of entertainment, like going to the movies or an amusement park. She never took it too seriously and always made sure she was safe. Besides, she enjoyed the way the THC relaxed her, and she never felt like it made her too impaired or caused her to lose her self-control.
As she closed her desk drawer and walked back towards the window, Amy raised the pen to her lips and inhaled deeply. She held the smoke in her lungs as she bent over and slid open the windowsill. Allowing enough time for the vapor in her lungs to absorb into her bloodstream, she let out a slow exhale of white smoke out the window and watched as the fumes dispersed into the evening sky. Amy was careful enough to not smoke inside the house where the fumes might linger in the carpet and furniture, easily tipping of her brother, or worse her parents. Taking a second long drag, Amy filled up her lungs with the cool vapor for a second time, holding for as long as she could before releasing another stream of white smoke out the window. Closing the window, Amy placed the vape pen down on her desk and walked over to her beauty cabinet, where she withdrew a small bottle of jet-black nail polish. She had originally bought it last winter when she dressed up as a Gothic/punk witch for Halloween. Complete with a black wig, black lipstick, black leather jacket, black miniskirt, and black leather boots, the nail polish was the perfect accent. She had thought she might try the nail polish again and had performed a trial with her toenails a few nights before. Amy was satisfied with the results, so she decided to finish the job with her fingernails tonight. It would also allow her to waste some time while the THC kicked in.
Amy walked over and sat on top of her bed with her legs crossed, and slowly unscrewed the lid of the small glass bottle and withdrew the nail polish brush. She wiped the bristles gently along the rim of the bottle and applied a thin layer of polish to the thumb nail of her left hand, before returning the brush to the bottle and repeating for her nine other digits. Satisfied with her work, Amy placed the bottle of nail polish on her nightstand and put her hands on her knees with fingers splayed, patiently waiting for the polish to dry. As she waited, she began to think about some of the cute boys at school. She fancied a particular boy on the football team but had barely had a chance to talk to him yet. Every time they crossed paths, they would be interrupted by a teacher or a passing acquaintance. However, she loved his smile and his wispy hair. It made her feel a special warmth inside.