Her bras

The bedroom was covered in posters of the usual teenage 
female variety; scantily clad muscular men, and the 
occasional kitten or puppy. There were two beds pushed 
against opposite walls, each covered with carelessly 
thrown clothes. My breathing quickened slightly as I 
observed bras and panties strewn casually on the 
covers. I sat down on the bed and picked them up for a 
moment, running my fingers gently across the silky white 
material and reading the labels for sizes.