Every day in which she woke up with the sense that she wasn’t free yet made her anxious and eager to establish herself as her own person once and fo... all.That was probably why sitting in Monroe Masterson-Stone’s borrowed apartment avoiding the early parts of the Seneschal’s Ball was driving her nuts. Not for the first time, she interrupted her conversation with Monroe to say, “Maybe we should go check out some of the events.”“You can if you want. I’m going to wait for the party to start.”. I was also able to watch whatever porn I liked, so I was really diving into everything. Straight, gay, bi, trans. I sampled it all and loved it. Late one summer afternoon, I had just arrived at home and I thought I was alone. I stripped down and went into the hall bathroom to shower off before jumping into the pool. I turned on the shower and stepped in to wash off. The bathroom looked out onto the patio and during the summer, Jimmy and Candy wanted the window open so the mirror wouldn't steam. The idea was this… One of us would go out and pick up a girl or boy at the bar/club, whatever. We would bring them back to my place and get them in bed. The other would be hiding out in the house until it was on hot and heavy and then “accidently” walk in and catch them in the act. If we were lucky, things would carry on from there. Stephanie giggled with excitement at the plan and said I should go first. I protested that it would be easier for her to go out and pick up a guy, but she had. I went to one of the sweaty jerseys and smelled the girls' sweat. I smelled around the chest and back and armpits. I smelled the stomach and neck. It was intoxicating. but I wanted panties.I looked around some more and checked a couple lockers. Finally I found one with a bag in it. Ismelled the bag itself and it had a sweat smell seeping from it. I unzipped the zipper and as I moved it, some air poofed out and hit my nostrils. There was definitely some fresh sweaty clothes in this bag. I opened.