Sorry about that, I didn't realize you'd bewalking around naked," Roger replies."I had a little problem with the panties. Apparently, your Italian car...sn't compatible with French cut panties," I said.Roger laughed. "It's an insidious plan of Italians to deprive girls oftheir virginity." Ha! I lost my virginity in a Ford!" I replied."I lost mine in Suzy's parent's bed!" Roger replied."Naughty boy!" I cried out.I made the decision to go for it. "I'll be just a minute. Have a seat,"I called to. Well, in my defense, she simply would not believe that there are certain pressure points between your ribs that make you wet yourself from laughing although you’re not the slightest bit ticklish.Being an archetypical fella—yeah, ‘tis the moment to roll your eyes—I, of course, felt challenged beyond my mental capabilities of not compulsively proving my virility. It was late spring, warm enough for skimpy clothes, pheromones, fumes of cheap weed and the smell of volatile solvents for even cheaper. Why don't you try it on?"Why not? I thought as I took off my clothes.I sat on the side of the bed as Jessica peeled off my boxer shorts and Istepped into this unusual yellow pair of panties with a grey lace trimwhich seemed to fit me perfectly and whilst they were not anything like Ihad ever worn before were not like the black or white silky pantiesJessica wore either.Jessica had me tuck my penis between my legs as she said it spoilt theshape of my panties and I obliged. Next Jessica strapped. I move to the bar, quickly capture her attention and order a drink. She rushes off to get my glass of Sancerre and her quiet voice shakes as she hands me back my change. As I sip my wine I watch her while I can and without making it too obvious. Sadly, it’s getting late and once again the opportunity for me to talk to her hasn't arisen so I make my way to the ladies’ room to freshen up and then head home. As I walk out through the car park, my luck changes and I spot her heading to the bus.