Quip's Corner - Little Yellow Panties

Here you are Richard, my twisted play on the "yellow pansies" post in August. Since we both have always read it as panties anyway. Female and parental criticism may begin forthwith.

Little yellow panties
Little yellow panties dropped on the floor. Discarded and forgotten, kicked aside into yesterday’s laundry. On a nearby cushion, a girl nests, chin raised, shoulders back, quivering from laughter. A silver flip phone pressed to her ear, hidden by cascading waves of damp blond curls. She squeals and wiggles her burgundy tipped toes as she shares a juicy rumor between girls. A crisp pink cotton towel is wrapped loosely across a buxom chest and under cream colored forearms. It drapes down across a bare lower back, providing little cover, the ends flapping open and closed as the girl leans forward to dab at one last naked toenail. A sea of pinup posters blaze across bedroom walls, wolf eyed movie stars and lip syncing crooners flex and leer. A queen-sized canopy of pale violet ruffles cover mounds of stuffed pillows and a community of portly bears dressed for a slumber party. Wild royal blue and gold pom-poms, still weary from the big game, sit limply in a heap upon the surface of the dresser amongst tiny snow white porcelain figurines of ballerinas in repose. A stereo the size of a credit card spews throbbing electronic drivel into space, each artist mimicking the previous. The girl snaps the phone closed and drops it to the floor. In an elaborate pirouette, she rises from the cushion. Allowing the towel to spin and fall from its protective perch, she shudders as the cool air assaults her exposed skin. Without hesitation, she dashes for the closet, slowing just enough to snag the little yellow panties with a pinky finger. She can feel her heart begin to race in anticipation. He will be here in less then an hour!