Chapter #7May's Messy Room. by: M.E   Once out of the smelly sandal, I made it my mission to find May and get her assistance. I had an uncanny feeling that she has been crushing on me since we've met. I don't even know why she would want to like me, but it gave me some self-confidence that I could be loved other than my mom. I went down a hallway which looked liked it could hold some bedroom. there were three doors; two on the right, and one on the left. I walk down to the first door that was on the right, and with luck, it was May's room. It was shut, but I easily slid under to find her laying on her bed reading a magazine. Another thing I noticed was a room layout I've seen in Mella's room many times. The whole room smelled incredibly heavy and musky odor. Her dirty clothes were tossed all over the floor, but the ones that stood out more and terrified me the most were the high-knee socks. She was a volleyball player, and had practice like everyday. Some of these socks look very worn out, and I could see her wearing some now as she dangles her foot over her knee.
I question whether I should continue in getting help from her. She looked pretty distracted with the magazine and the headphones in her ear. Plus, all the dirty laundry would be a complete risk if she decided to clean up, with my luck. I thought it over once more, and stuck with what I have intended. The whole room was a complete maze for me as I had to walk around so much garments. I passed by the openings from some of her knee socks, and I couldn't help but notice how incredibly yellow the cotton had become. I couldn't stop staring at the sunshine color, picturing so much horrifying images in my head of being trapped inside one of her deadly socks, cowering as her big foot comes in, toes wiggling in my face, and pressing my face into those sweaty stains. I could be trapped for hours. Maybe even weeks. I take another look at the socks she had on right now and wondered how long they were worn before a decent cleaning was given to them. I continued on a bit further towards the bed.
I keep walking, and I make it by one of her worn panties. they were bright green, with a tongue sticking out of the vagina's side. It was pretty funny at first, and then I just stare at it more. I don't know why, but my body was craving to roll around and get a whiff of them. I assumed they haven't been washed yet, and
they probably smelled way better than her gross foot odor. Though May is somewhat a good friend in my eye, I couldn't deny the fact that she was sexy. Her volley practice kept her in shape, and her woman developments were delicious. I know people who would kill me just to have my genetics. Sometimes being small has its perks. I climb into her panties, and without checking in with my morals, and dove my face against the center, and took a big whiff. It had the strongest musky scent of her body, and it just had enough juice to get me erected. I rolled in her panties, trying to make myself smell like her vagina. I took a lick, but it had a bit of a taste like I was licking from her asshole. That's where I drew the line and left. I continued on towards her bed.
I finally made it to her bed sheets hanging down on the floor. I climbed up the sheets, one tug after another, able to hear the humming she was doing from her music. It then hit on how I was going to approach her. Once I got to the top, I felt the tapping she kept doing with her feet. It almost knocked me off the bed! I kept flailing my arms forward until I got my balance back, but I kept tripping myself towards her tapping feet, and I got caught under the madness. Now May was crushing me under her smelly socks, on beat with the rhythm of the song. I tried to find my out, but it was hard to move with this portion of the bed vibrating and being suffocated every second under a scent that was garbage to my nostrils. She then put a stop to tapping, and firmly planted her socked feet on either side of me. Now was my chance on how to approach her.
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