I found the perfect pair of jeans, and I swear they were made just for me.
They're skin-tight, low, and hug every curve I have — especially my ass. The second I tried them on and turned around in the mirror, I knew exactly what I was going to do with them. Because it's not just how round and lifted they make me look. It's what shows through them.
My panty lines.
Clear as day. Every step I take across campus, you can see the outline pressing through the denim, tracing exactly what I'm wearing underneath. And I absolutely love it.
I didn't stop at one cute pair of panties, either. I bought a whole little collection just for these jeans — lacy ones, cheeky ones, little stringy ones that leave the most delicious lines. Half the fun is picking which pair I want to tease everyone with that day, knowing every guy behind me in the hallway, in line for coffee, or sitting behind me in lecture is going to be staring.
And trust me, they stare.
I can feel it when I walk to class. That pause. That double-take. Heads turning, eyes dropping right to my ass, trying to guess what color they are, what style they are, what they'd look like without the jeans in the way. That's the best part — I'm giving them just enough to drive them crazy, but not the full view. Not yet.
Because a tease is so much hotter when you're left wondering, isn't it?
They can see that I’m wearing the sexiest little panties, but they can't see how pretty they really are up close. They can't see how perfect my ass looks in just those panties. They have to imagine it. And I love knowing I'm running through their heads all day because of two little lines showing through my jeans.
It's even more fun because of who I used to be. This sweet, sheltered, good Mormon girl who would have been mortified by this kind of attention... she's gone. Now I'm the girl who craves it. I love being watched. I love being wanted. And I love being submissive for a guy who knows exactly what he wants to do to me once he gets me alone.
Because if a guy actually has the nerve to come up and ask about them? I'm not going to play innocent.
I’ll smile, I’ll lean in, and I’ll tell him yes — if he wants to see more than just the outline, he can. Bring me back to my place and I'll give him the real show. The jeans come off, the panty lines become the real thing, and he finally gets to see — and touch — everything he's been fantasizing about since he saw me walk by.
And I promise, the reality is even better than the tease.
I'm tight, I'm eager, and I get so turned on knowing I'm pleasing him. I love giving myself over, letting him take control, feeling him squeeze my ass in those panties before he slides them down. Guys tell me once they've had me, no other girl on campus compares — I'm kinkier, I'm more obedient, and I'm way more fun to spoil yourself with.
It's the exact same thing with my phone sex calls.
My callers get obsessed for a reason. They love a pretty, submissive girl who isn't just teasing them with what she might do, but begging to be told what to do next. They hear it in my voice, they feel that same rush as watching me walk by in those jeans — and they keep coming back for more because I leave them aching for it.
So tell me... are you just going to keep staring at my panty lines and wondering?
Or are you going to call me and find out what happens when you finally get them off me?