I have very soft and feminine features to begin with and my attention to detail was not lost on the crowd. The girls all fussed over me and most of th... guys were almost afraid to talk to me because I looked so sexy. I had a great time at the party acting like a slut, getting buzzed on wine, flirting, playing pool, etc. Late in the evening when the party was winding down, this older guy told me asked me if i wanted to slip out to his truck and smoke a joint. I said ‘why not’? It was really good. I awoke the next morning, very uncomfortable. My underpants were wet and sticky. I had a wet dream. Oh great! Now what? Although I could change myself it would take a little while. And I would need help getting my new underwear. What should I do?My plan! Wet sticky underwear was not a part of it, but I might be able to incorporate them into it. My mom and dad came up to my room, “We are getting ready to leave,” they said, “You should get up now, we’ll help.” “Not yet, I am still tired. I will. Becky then admitted, she had a small secret camera in her room, in case her ex snuck in and tried stealing things. But when she saw that I was sneaking into her room and smelling her panties, it seriously turned her on.I asked when she found out. As she stroked my cock, she said the camera sends video of real time, so from moment one, she watched me, stroking, pumping my cock and cumming for her. She said that while she watched, she would play in the pairs of panties she would leave for me, so. I still remember walking the long, echoing halls of Coolidge High, looking at all the girls I couldn't have. Dripping resentment and overflowing with self-pity and bitterness. Socially inept. Inept in just about every other way.Especially I remember Marianne. She was a tall, blonde cheerleader with big breasts, round hips, and a well-upholstered behind. (Weight loss and dieting would not become a ruling passion among females for some years yet.) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb,.