In a fit of teenage curiosity and libido, I sneak into my best friend's room and snatch her lacy panties. The scent of her arousal, barely dried, fills my nostrils as I press the fabric to my face. My heart races, my breath quickens, and I find myself stroking my aching clit through my jeans, lost in the intoxicating aroma of her desire. I can't help but fantasize about her, about tasting her, about being the one to make her wet like this.