A new beginning

Ironic as it sounds, even though you ask these girls to strip naked in all their glory right here in public, for this moment with Sarah you want it to be private. Luckily, this is the pool of your condo and you live right upstairs, in a flat on the 15th floor with a view of the pool.

"Come upstairs. To my room," you say, holding Sarah by her wrists and prying them away from your bulge. You see in her eyes that she's slightly upset, but she acquiesces and says "okay." When you get out of the pool, she stays inside whole holding her chest, becoming redder by the moment, unable to look you in the eye.

You smile. You feel merciful, so you grab a towel and wave it at her. She lights up, relieved, and hurriedly climbs out of the pool. Once again, the water falling off of her perfect body making it glisten and glow makes you hard again. You want to take her so bad. But you resist. Not yet.

She wraps the towel around her torso, from covering her breasts to her mid-thigh. With one hand she holds the towel at her chest, with another she hugs you with and leans on you as you walk. "Thank you," she says, "No way I was getting out of that pool without this." Though she retains her usual vibe, her voice is quieter now, and you're certain it's because of the sexual heat of the moment. Her body feels small and cold and smooth and all yours. You embrace her back, hoping to warm her up.

In the lift, you and Sarah stand at the back while two more students stand in front of you. Everyone's facing the front, and Sarah in a sudden motion grabs your penis through your boxers, and strokes gently, silently, all while keeping a straight face. The lift chimes, the other two people exit, leaving only you and Sarah. You are turned to each other, achingly close, close enough to feel her breath on your chest. When you reach the 15th floor you tug on her towel and drop it onto the floor, after a little tussle with Sarah's **** fingers. But she knows she has ****. The towel stays in the lift.

It's only a short walk to your flat, and nobody is there to see Sarah. No matter. You make your way into your room, and as you lock your door, Sarah makes herself comfortable on your bed and spreads her legs. You spend the night with her.

***

"Oh my God, what the fuck!" Sarah screams, holding the covers to her breasts.

You snap awake. "What? What's wrong?" It's morning, and the sun floods your room through the open drapes.

"Did we just... oh my god..." Sarah says, frantic, almost in tears. You can't help but feel a little offended.

"Did I do something wrong?" You say, confused.

"Yeah... where do I even start! Last night you asked me to strip naked at the pool! I can't believe I did it!"

Now you are dumbfounded. "Why not? I am the clothing controller, after all?"

"What?"

"The clothing controller?"

Sarah doesn't seem to get it. Now you're shocked. Your breath hangs in your throat, turning to stone. Did you lose your privileges? What happened?

You suddenly remember the rules from your dream - no penetration. But - but you didn't fuck Sarah as a clothing controller, you did it as a friend... did that count? Did that have to count? You feel as though you've thrown your whole life away.

"Oy, everything alright in there?" someone yells from outside. It's your flatmate, Chris, you recognize him by his voice.

"I can't believe - John, what's gotten into you? Clothing controller?" She gives a short, exasperated laugh. "Are you delusional?"

You don't say anything. But Chris chimes in, "yeah? Mate's the clothing controller, thought you knew?"

Wait, so you haven't lost your privileges?

"What?" Sarah yells. "What clothing controller?"

"Fuck's sake," says another voice from outside. It's Agnes, whose room is next to yours. "People are trying to sleep here. And who's this? Is she seriously asking what a clothing controller is?"

The look of shock on Sarah's face makes you feel sorry for her. She looks to you to in hope that she hasn't said something horribly ridiculous, but apparently she has.

"Sorry guys," you say. "She's had too much to drink."

After you get dressed, you head outside to the common room. Sarah's only dressed in one of your T-shirts, which is the only thing that fits her, but she wasn't heading out in just that. So you ask Agnes to lend some clothes and she brings out a cotton tee that would actually fit Sarah and a pair of cotton lounge shorts. Sarah emerges from your room after putting them on, looking disheveled and uncertain of herself.

"You seriously don't know what a clothing controller is?" Chris says.

Sarah shakes her head. Chris and Agnes explain it to her. Sarah still doesn't quite get it. It's not hard to get, it's just hard to believe, I suppose. She recounts of what I did to her, to Ashley, to Qing. They reassured her that it was all perfectly normal.

"You must've hit your head in the pool," Agnes says. She turns to me. "You should really get her checked out."

"I still don't buy it. Why don't you strip then?" Sarah says to Agnes.

Agnes frowns, and you can sense a growing dislike of her for Sarah already. She has never been the friendly type. Still, she turns to you for your decision.

"Yeah, just to prove the point," you say. "Just the top will do."

Agnes sighs, and pulls her top over her head as Chris smiles and tries to contain himself. She's wearing a cream white bra. You're considering whether that should come off too.

Sarah is shaking her head, and clearly she is trying to find a reason behind this all, a mean prank, a staged show or something, anything. But you know she has **** but to believe you now. You remember the first day after your dream, when Sarah bottomless in her seat and wearing the panties on her head, and she was the one trying to convince you that you were the clothing controller.