Veronica Edwards sighed as 1 AM came and went and the vast set of physics problems before her seemed to not decrease in the slightest. This was her freshman year of college, and though she enjoyed college life, she did not enjoy the workload that she seemed to be constantly enduring. It did not help any that she decided to go to a more prestigious university, rather than a community college like some of her friends, but she felt that the name of where she graduated from was going to be as important as the academic credentials she gained. Thus, this academic life was the life into which she threw herself. With a sigh, she closed her book and brushed a lock of her shoulder-length brown hair aside. The rest of the problems could wait for tomorrow; they weren't due until the afternoon anyway. Her friends were always telling her she needed to relax, she just wished she knew how. Her college schedule was so busy, she wasn't sure if such a thing was possible these days. It was possible for some, though. Her roommate Lisa Hall, being far less studious and quite capable of relaxing, was still out, and Veronica had no idea when she would return. Lisa had been Veronica's friend ever since high school, and so when they decided to attend the same university, it was only natural that they would opt to share a room. However, Lisa had many other friends, friends who were fond of throwing parties. This is not to say that Lisa tried to exclude Veronica, she had gone to one of these parties, but they were simply not her thing. She always found herself being too self-conscious at these events, she was too aware of the eyes on her, especially the eyes of men, to really be able to enjoy herself. In away, she took it as a compliment that they saw her fit to look at, but that did nothing to ease her nervousness at being the object of their gazes. It was even worse when they asked her to dance, or tried to initiate social contact in some other way. She found the stress so great that she decided it wasn't worth bothering. If she could not enjoy herself at a party, why bother going? Veronica changed into the usual oversized t-shirt and panties that she slept in, avoiding the veritable obstacle course of Lisa's half of the room. Lisa, in addition to not being as studious as Veronica, was not as neat either. Her half of the room was rather untidy, with clothes, books, and other miscellaneous items of dorm room clutter strewn about haphazardly. Veronica paid it no heed and climbed into her bed, but then her eyes wandered to one of Lisa's thongs, lying in the center of the room, almost as though it were meant to be noticed. The thong was hot pink and very revealing, and it was nothing that Veronica would ever wear. She knew that Lisa was far braver than she was, and though she was never sure, she had always suspected that Lisa's choice of undergarments was more daring as well. Still, it was now staring her in the face. She tried to put it out of her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the bright pink of the thong had burned itself in her mind, a nebulous neon green inverted image of it seemed to hover before her in the blackness of her closed eyelids. She turned the lights back on, climbing out of bed, tiptoeing towards the center of the room as though she were sneaking around for some reason, even though there was nobody in the room. She glanced towards the door, and seeing no sign of Lisa, gingerly picked up the thong. She immediately dropped it, questioning whether she should proceed. The two had always upheld the integrity of one another's belongings before, and Veronica did not relish the notion of violating this now. Still, it was just a thong. She felt it was insignificant enough in the grand scheme of things that she allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. She picked up the thong once more, feeling the soft fabric in her hands. There was barely anything to it; she felt every inch of it with fascinated amusement, wondering if Lisa had worn it recently. There was one way to tell. Veronica turned this possibility around in her mind, feeling that such a test would be the second breach of trust, but her curiosity again overwhelmed her and she raised the thong to her face, placing her nose inches from the fabric and inhaling lightly. Sure enough, she detected Lisa's scent, she had to have worn it recently. The scent must have tripped something in her mind, for now instead of moving hesitantly, she moved quickly, completely driven by her curiosity. She acted quickly to accomplish as much as possible before Lisa returned of the agenda that even she herself was not quite sure of. Each step revealed itself to her after the almost automatic completion of the previous one, so she soon had stripped off her own panties and slid on Lisa's thong, relishing the feel against her skin. She stepped to the mirror and looked at herself intently, almost studying her own image, the look of the revealing undergarment against her skin so new and different to her it was a completely new experience. Almost automatically she pulled her t-shirt off as well, and she was now wearing nothing but the forbidden article of clothing. She studied her nude body carefully; her small but perky breasts, her cute little navel, her narrow hips, her smooth legs, but most of all, she studied the tight thong on her body. She felt herself grow immensely aroused at the look and feel of this garment on herself. She never deemed herself sexy enough to wear such a thing, but now that she actually had it on, she felt herself filled with a sense of forbidden power almost intoxicating. She relished the arousal and struck a pose in front of the mirror, her self-consciousness evaporating as her sexuality took over. Veronica felt her desire build to the point that her juices started to flow, and soon she had moistened Lisa's thong with her own womanly nectar. For a moment, there was a flash of reason, and she thought maybe she should remove the thong lest Lisa detect she had been wearing it, but noticing the spot already forming, she realized the damage had already been done, and let her arousal take over once again. Her hands slid up and down her body, her nipples rapidly hardening as her hands caressed her breasts. She rubbed her erect, sensitive nipples gently with her fingertips, sending new waves of pleasure and desire through her body, and further moistening the forbidden pink thong. She softly gasped, sliding the thong off again and making her way to her bed, naked now, her legs spreading wide as she lay upon it. Her hand slid almost instantly down the curves of her soft body and between her legs, rubbing the moist space within. Her back arched and her breathing quickened as she rubbed herself eagerly but not breaking her rhythm, her hand sliding up and down, and in little circles. She started to slowly pump her hips in response to the intense feelings, her sweet, sticky juice dripping from her and coating her inner thighs and her fingertips as she continued to rub herself. A heat was building deep within her body, different from the heat between her legs, because it was moving to encompass her completely. As this heat within her spread, she could not help but moan softly, because it brought with it exquisite, intense pleasure. Veronica's hips pumped up and down and the pace of her rubbing quickened. The heat that filled her body grew, and in it, she sensed the delicious tingle of her climax nearing. It grew more and more acute, she could definitely feel herself getting closer and closer to her explosion, but it seemed to near so much more slowly than usual. Rather than just approach and explode, she could distinctly feel the phases of its approach. She panted and gasped as reached the very edge of orgasm, but she simply could not push herself over the edge. For a time, she enjoyed the aching pleasure of being this close, but she soon desired release, and felt frustration setting in that she could not achieve it. The image of the thong again appeared in her mind, and, unable to liberate neither it nor her climax, she quickly stood up, slipping the thong back on, and collapsing back onto the bed in one fluid motion. As soon as she touched herself through its soft fabric, she went over the edge; moaning and gasping as waves of intense pleasure flooded her body, while her nectar came squirting out of her and flooded the thong. As she came down from the heights of her arousal, her thoughts turned to worry at what Lisa would think. Maybe she wouldn't notice the thong missing, but this was the sort of thing that was hard not to notice. Even if she could hide it until she was able to launder it, she wasn't sure where she could hide it. Fortunately or not, though, all of these worries were for naught; as fate would have it, Lisa returned right then, to the sight of Veronica lying nude in bed, wearing nothing but a soaked pink thong-- her pink thong. Veronica blushed a deep crimson and Lisa was definitely surprised, but after the shock wore off, she realized that maybe this was a good thing. Her uptight friend was finally learning how to enjoy herself. "I, erm," Veronica started, not sure how she was going to explain this. "Veronica, it's ok," Lisa said, smiling at her friend. "I mean, you look like you enjoyed yourself. You did, didn't you?" Veronica's blush deepened but she slowly nodded. "Then it's ok. I'd rather you cream your own panties, but if you like mine better, you can do that too. Whatever makes you happy." Veronica looked down, unable to resist laughing even through her shame and doubt. "In a way, I think it's good. I mean, if this helps you not be so uptight, then it's good for both of us. Maybe you should come party with me sometime, and you can wear this. Or anything else of mine. If you think it helps." Veronica was still unable to speak, but Lisa just smiled at her and went about her business of getting ready for bed as though nothing had ever happened. It was obvious to both women, though, that something had indeed happened. And this was just the beginning. Over the course of the next week, Veronica thought about the events of that night. She tried to put the embarrassment of being caught by Lisa out of her mind of course-- though it seemed that Lisa really did understand. She tried to focus on the positive, the good things about what that encounter taught her. It showed her that she could relax, and it also showed her that Lisa really did want to help her. As such, when Lisa announced that she was going to a party at one of the local frat houses, Veronica took the surprising step of wanting to accompany her. At least, Veronica thought it should be surprising. After last week's events, perhaps it wasn't as big of a surprise to Lisa as Veronica. "Anything of mine you'd like to borrow?" Lisa asked with a good-natured smirk. Veronica blushed, eyes downcast. She knew. They both knew. Lisa went to her drawer and fetched the pink thong, which she handed to Veronica, her smirk growing in proportion to the red hue of Veronica's face. "What about a matching bra?" Veronica asked. "There isn't one," Lisa said with a wink. "But... oh," Veronica replied, the meaning becoming all too clear. When they had gotten dressed, they both appeared quite attractive; Lisa in her own way, and Veronica in a way entirely new to her. They both wore one of Lisa's short black skirts-- no departure for Lisa, but an interesting experience for Veronica. Veronica selected one of her own matching tops, so in this way she was perhaps a bit more conservative, but it was a sort of conservatism that encouraged rather than defeated the imagination. Upon arriving at the party, all eyes turned to them for a moment to examine the new arrivals, and the male eyes remained on them a bit longer than that, to really examine the new arrivals. Normally Veronica would've started to squirm at this point, but with the forbidden sexual power now in her possession, she was able to take the looks with ease, and even look back. One man in particular caught her eye. His shirt fit him well, tight enough that it showed that he took care of his body, without appearing that he didn't know which size of clothing to buy; his pants were khaki and had a similar quality to them. This is the one her eyes fell on, and when they approached each other, Lisa could not help but smile. She had successfully unleashed her friend, now was the time to just sit back and let her own style emerge. "Hi," she started off, the art of conversation escaping her a moment, but she felt that too would come from the newfound power she possessed. "I'm Matt," he said, introducing himself. "I don't think I've seen you around here before." "Veronica," she replied. "And I don't think I've been around here before." She wasn't sure if that was wit or something she should've smacked herself for saying, but it seemed to fit the situation. They danced for a while, and Matt continued to talk to her while he offered her a drink. Veronica didn't want to get drunk, but she did have a little bit. She was pretty much certain that whatever she could drink would not relax her inhibitions nearly as much as her secret weapon already had. As they talked, Veronica noticed another couple wandering up the stairs, outside of where the party was taking place. "Where are they going?" Veronica asked. "They're ah... they want, you know, more privacy," Matt replied, unsure if she was hinting or if she genuinely didn't know, pondering whether or not to offer her more privacy as well. In the bottom of her heart, Veronica knew that, but she wanted to ask it, and to hear him say it, in order to open the opportunity for herself. However, now that it was open, she did not know whether she should take it. She felt empowered, but she was still herself. What would Lisa do? Well, she already knew what Lisa would do. She just smirked a little. How would he take that? He offered his hand to her, apparently that was enough for him, and it was enough for her too. To actually ask would have been too much for her at this point, but fortunately she was clear enough in her signal that he knew what was on her mind, or at least, he thought he knew enough that he didn't fear making the offer. They made their way into a spare room, and sat upon the couch. Matt drew closer to Veronica and started kissing her. She resisted the temptation to pull away, and soon found herself quite drawn into it, her hands running across her body and his running across hers. They started to remove articles of each other's clothing-- Matt was no doubt pleasantly surprised when he noticed Veronica's lack of a bra, as he immediately broke the kiss and started downward, running his tongue across Veronica's nipples. She found the feeling quite invigorating, and wiggled out of her skirt, exposing the pink thong. "That's really hot," Matt commented, noticing the thong. "Some girls don't like those." "It... never mind," Veronica started, and then stopped; explaining it would ruin the mood. A request would suffice for now, "Just don't take it off." "A fetish too? I like you already," Matt said with a soft chuckle. Veronica would've blushed but his lips returned to her nipple, sucking gently as though to draw any awkwardness of the moment out with them. Before she knew it, he had kissed and licked all the way down her body, and the moment of truth was at hand. She helped him out of his pants, his underwear followed, and his hard shaft beckoned. Veronica knew this was her last opportunity to back out, but she was so full of desire by this point, backing out was the last thing on her mind. Instead, she opened her legs, pulling the thong to the side with one hand, and moaned as Matt slid into her. She was already quite moist from the foreplay, and they could each sense that the other's arousal was already quite high, so Matt dispensed with most of the formalities and got down to business. He slid in and out of her just fast enough to keep her incredibly hot, but just slow enough to leave her aching for more. Juice dripped out of her once again, some of it hitting the thong-- the source of her power-- the rest of it coating Matt as he plunged in and out of her. She pulled the thong to the side even more as his thrusts increased in speed, the heat in her body growing, her pleasure rising once again. Her nipples were quite erect, her back was arching, and moans were escaping her at regular intervals. She was completely absorbed in the sheer delight of the moment... until she was horrifyingly snapped back to reality by the sound of ripping fabric. The thong had ripped. One piece remained in her hand, the rest sort of limply fell off her now completely nude body. Matt seemed not to regard this with too much surprise, merely a soft chuckle, and a comment of, "Really getting into it, huh?" "I.. uh..." Veronica started, the feeling of him thrusting into her now no longer pleasurable but instead some bizarre foreign object, her entire perspective shifting. "Don't worry baby," Matt said, leaning forward and kissing her softly. "Tomorrow I'll buy you a new one, whatever color you want, and you can show it off for me, ok? For now.. just enjoy yourself..." he said, his last words dissolving into a moan as he continued to thrust into her body, his heat and desire not diminished in the least. Indeed, with hers so rapidly escaping her, his heat now meant that it felt like there was a burning hot poker lodged into her. Veronica leaned back, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes. Relax, Veronica, relax, she told herself. She had been lost in the moment not too long before, wearing the forbidden thong; just because she was no longer wearing it didn't mean she couldn't lose herself in the moment again. She focused on the feelings rising from between her legs, her hand slid between them to gently play with herself amid Matt's thrusts. The feeling of pleasure returned to her, and she gasped softly. She felt herself nearing the edge, but just as before, the process of drawing closer was very drawn-out, each step forward leading to greater tension and teasing, but no explosion. Veronica took a deep breath and moaned loudly-- normally she would've moaned loudly in response to reaching her climax, but she thought that if she could duplicate the effect, the cause may appear as well. It did not, so she moaned again, this time focusing all her energy on the feelings rising from her body. She felt the heat in every part of herself, and in her mind, she directed it all to explode. She focused her desire on her own body this time, not the pink thong. She was the source of her own pleasure, not some forbidden thing that just happened to attach itself to her. This time, with the moan came the explosion, and she squirmed about in ecstasy as pleasure filled her. Matt was pushed over the edge by Veronica's explosive response, pulling out just in time to shoot all over her stomach and thighs, blasting thick cream everywhere as he moaned along with her. When Veronica opened her eyes, Matt was still panting, recovering from the intense experience. She smiled, tossing the piece of the thong aside, and kissed him gently. She no longer needed it. She was plenty relaxed.