She shrugged a little. "I live with my mom," she told him in a whisper. "She works nights." That meant, that she didn't always see her until in the mornings and she didn't want to be alone tonight. But apparently there was no way out of that and before she knew it, she was being led to the door - her panties cramped together in a little ball in her hand. She felt horrible, when she walked down the hall and went home. She couldn't believe, what had happened and at the same time, she missed him so much, that she couldn't begin to phantom it. Before the evening had turned to night, she was starting to feel aroused just at the thought of seeing him the next morning. Alone in her bed, she sought to relieve her desperation, now that he had showed her how - but every time she did, she felt it return and in the end, she had to go to sleep without feeling relaxed in the slightest.
The next morning though, she was up in plenty of time to get everything done and ready to go to school. Her mother commented, that she seemed happier than usually and that made her blush. Her moher did protest though, when she went to school earlier than usual and before first class she was at his door, like she had promised. In a skirt and with panties, that were more or less wet, because the mere thought of him already had her body humming.