As Ty prepared to get up, she noticed her old shirt on the floor and absent-mindedly pulled it on. When she did, though, she felt it rub roughly against her nipples, gasping as the fabric scraped them firmly. As she tried to pull it straight, it brushed over them again and she moaned softly.
Surprised by the feelings but quickly becoming horny, her nose faintly picked up a musk from the shirt, and she pulled it up to sniff it. It... it smelled of maleness. It was hard to describe the scent, but the mental images it conjured up in her head- boys jacking off tirelessly with minds addled by hormones, getting guys turned on by teasing flirtation, the sweaty but pleasurable smell of a man fucking her eagerly- were intoxicating. Her thighs rubbed and she could feel a moistness between them.
Her breathing quickening, she pulled the shirt up to her nose, moved one hand to start rubbing her slit and traced the other around her breast. The deep breathing that escaped her mouth was soon accompanied by moaning as her fingers stroked the bud of her clit and her fingers circled and pinched her nipple. Suddenly an even dirtier idea came into her head: did she have any briefs?
She looked on the floor in a horny haze, and her heart raced as she picked up a discarded pair of pants and pulled them on. She started rubbing herself through the fabric, letting her moistness seep into the briefs, as her mind excitedly recalled how a few hours ago, a penis had been in these. She soon slipped her hand into them and started pushing her fingers in and out of her slit excitedly, while her other hand continued to satisfy her breast and she drank in the male scent from her shirt.
It wasn't long before she came hard, imagining a hard cock squirting inside her. Panting while lying with her male clothes messily adorning her, she let her mind wander as she tried to decide what to do with her body next.