The Panty Chronicles – #1 Adrian, Part One

by LesWrite

This story starts slow: but at the end the sex will be very hot.Panty Fetish and Young girl/Adult female is the framework of this story. There will be no Water Sports, Anal or BDSM in my stories. The story is told from the 9 year old girls perspective. Even though she is seduced/by the Adult she is very much a participant and desires the loving she is offered.

Hi, I am Adrian Archer. I am a junior majoring in mechanical engineering at the University of Miami. I want to tell you about my first sexual experience and my first lover.

The most I remember of my first 9 years of life was living in a very conservative household. My mother tried to make a very proper lady of me. Frilly dresses, little girl shoes, girly blouses. I would usually go out and ruin these clothes playing. She gave up and by the age of two and began dressing me in jeans and boys shirts and shorts.

When I began school at 5 my mom tried again to make me wear dresses but after tearing up three dresses in the first two weeks of school she let me go to school in jeans and boys shirts.

I learned very quickly when I started school that I was very fascinated by girls’ bodies—especially panties and panty covered crotches. I even would spend hours arranging my doll collection so that the skirts and dresses were pulled out of the way showing the panties.

Most girls will just plop down and open their legs and you can see everything under their dresses and skirts. Things didn’t change until the 5th grade and the girls were 9 and 10.

My father said I was precocious {smart}.

I was the leader of a small gang of girls by the time I was in the second grade. I had scoped out the most adventurous girls in my grade—the ones that liked to do daring things. I was always coming up with ways to get them to show their panties and boobs. Even little kissing games of Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare.

By the end of the third grade the girls wanted to include the guys and I found that I had no interest in the guys being part of our group.

My life was to change radically at the start of the 4th grade. I had just turned 9 on September 2nd and school started the next day.

There was a branch of the Public Library next to the middle school that I was enrolled at.

My mother had gone back to work a few weeks before school started, and she told me to wait in the library until she could come and pick me up.

When I walked in quite a few of the students from the school, were taking out books for book reports. I just sat down in a chair near the magazine rack in the back corner. Soon the crowd was gone and there were only two other patrons, and the librarian.

I looked at her and stared, she was beautiful. Petite only 5’ or 5’1” with red hair and she was in a yellow sundress that was above the knee.

I looked away. I felt a blush rise on my face in front of this luscious woman. I looked at my own body in the mirror above the check out desk. I had shot up over the summer and was within an inch of being as tall as this beautiful grown woman. I was wearing black jeans and a gray linen shirt over my thin frame. I was really unhappy with my completely flat chest. I didn’t have any tits and three of my best girlfriends from last year were already in training bras. Hell, Brenda Bastion was going to the store with her mother and buying 32A bras. Here I was with sable-brown hair cut real short and a boy body. I was awkward as a newborn colt.

“Shouldn’t you be checking out a book for that book report,” the librarian said.

I gawked up at her. Until I realized that she thought I was a 6th grader.

“No Ma’am,” I stuttered. “I just started the 4th grade today I turned nine yesterday.”

Now it was her turn to gawk at me.

“I am a little tall for my age,” I mumbled.

It was almost time for the library to close. So she went to the front to take care of the last two patrons. I was watching her. She had a very sexy build with small conical breasts and wasp waist. She crouched down to retrieve a book under the counter and I saw the crotch of her yellow silk panties. I was so dumb struck that I did not notice that she was watching my eyes, which were glued to the fabric-covered pussy slit. As she stood back up I was watching that wonderful pair of panties disappear under that airy dress.

She walked back down to the other end of the check-out desk where her lower body was hidden from me. I was wishing I had taken the chair closest to the magazine rack because it allowed a view all the way along the back of the check-out desk. I was going to make sure I had that seat tomorrow.

I saw my mother’s car pull up outside and I went up to the desk and looked at the name plate. 'Miss Jane Kane.' Now I knew her name. I waved at her as I went out the door. She smiled at me.

The next day I wore one of my best outfits, a pair of black trousers and a purple silk blouse. My best pair of panties, but no one was going to be seeing them.