Chapter Four

-VEA-

I was working on it for the past few days.

I’d take it out, and leave it in the cupboard for a few hours, in the dark. Then I’d take it out and put it on, and climb onto bed and use my index finger to dig the fabric into my clit. Circling it a few times, I’d build myself up to a climax, and I unclenched my pussy to let whatever juice it is out onto the thin cloth. Then I’d remove it, and keep it before taking it out again to start all over with another orgasm.

Mind you, it wasn’t that easy. I had been wanting to do this for a very long time, but never really got the chance to. Finally, I found myself at the nearest mall, and went into an outlet where I saw this glorious piece on a mannequin. It was so small, and it was pure white. There were little pink ribbon bows all over the white, and the top hem of the panties had a glowing, rosy lining that shone like silk. I bought it, and returned home with it before I began to work on it.

I even made sure to be exactly in my ovulating phase before I messed with the thing. It was painful waiting for the blood to arrive. When it did, I counted the days until it was done. I never cared about tracking my periods before, but now I was doing that. The blood stopped, and I counted the days until I was supposed to ovulate. And usually around this time, my pussy would give off a unique odour. I personally thought that it stank, but I knew it likely had pheromones in it, and did weird things to males.

I wanted the Head Prefect to get this piece of underwear.

I removed the panties from my thighs, then placed it on my bed. I opened it up, then sat my pussy on it. I rubbed myself up and down that fabric, until I was satisfied. After that, I took it from the bed, and held it a few inches away from my face. It smelled strongly of my pussy, well, exactly during the time when my womb was ripe. Hah.

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I smiled, and got up from my bed to put on my uniform on. The two piece outfit, I had sent to the tailor to get it remade in a way that hugged my curves. Sure, I couldn’t let the skirt go too far above my knees, but who said I couldn’t tighten the damn thing? I quickly put the clothes on, admired my body in the mirror before I tucked the panties into my pocket. I left my bedroom, and heard the sound of water trickling from the tap.

“Hey,” Ruthlow, my godfather said to me.

Walking over to where he was at the kitchen island, I sat on the other side of the table and put my forearm across the marble. My godfather was preparing my lunch box, and I stared at all the pieces of watermelon he had cut out all over the board. He removed one wide piece and set it in the middle, then placed a heart-shaped cutter over it. Pressing down onto it, more and more heart-shaped pieces of watermelon came out, and he added them to my lunch box, which was already packed with rice and some meat.

“What’s that?” Ruthlow asked.

I raised a brow at him. “What?”

“Is that a new perfume?”

My eyes dropped to the heart-shaped pieces of food. “Yeah.”

“It smells great, Vea.”

A corner of my lips lifted slightly. “Thanks.”

He put the cover over the lunch box, and sealed it. Then he placed it in a bag before he slid it across the counter over to me. I grabbed it.

“Behave at school, Vea,” he said. “Before another school kicks you out again.”

I tossed my curls behind my shoulder, and applied some lip gloss onto my lips. “Sure,” I said before I walked out the front door. I took the bus and arrived at school, a tad too early for classes.

You see, this school had an early session at their church meant for devout students who wanted to have a chat with God before they went for assembly and then to classes. I was going for that one.

Because he was going to be there.

And when I arrived, there he was. Taking a tray of Holy Communion from the teacher and coming over to the rest of the few students that were gathered there. I pretended to be in deep prayer when he slowly made his way over to me. He locked eyes with me, and not once did his eyes even wander to the rest of my body. It was impressive. I watched as he waited for me to take the biscuit and grape juice from him, and while I was doing that, my hand reached under the tray.

And I slipped the panties into his pocket.