And she'll show you how it works...

"Wait, really?" you ask. "Why do I have to do it, too?"

"That's the only way to make sure it looks like a total accident," she replies.

You're not so sure about that, though. "But I don't think-"

"Listen," Rebecca interrupts you. "I've been thinking about this for a while, and I really want you to help me out." She looks you in the eye and smiles. The only sound is Judy's shower, still running in the bathroom next door.

"Tell you what," she continues. "Let's do a practice just to make sure it works. I'm sure you'll be convinced."

You start to ask, "What do you-" but Rebecca has already pulled off her shirt. Her black C-cup bra holds her firm breasts above her green skirt; you already know she's not wearing panties.

"I've got the costume right here," Rebecca explains, unclasping her bra and releasing her magnificent tits. "This is what you'll be working with."

Rebecca walks, topless, over to her closet and bends over to pull something from the back. When she does, you're faced with a terrible dilemma: stare at her hanging tits or ogle her bare ass, sticking out at you. You try to do both, ultimately spoiling the moment - but not to worry. Rebecca straightens, tosses a heap of white fabric on the bed, and slides her skirt off.

She now stands in front of you, completely naked. You've seen her before, of course, but never this close and never this intimately. You notice your penis growing steadily, sliding out from underneath the thin robe. Rebecca notices, too, and giggles flirtatiously.

Rebecca dons the costume, which is more than a sheet but not by much. It works a bit like a hospital gown, sliding over the front of her body with flaps of fabric coming together in the back. She turns her back to you, and you can see her bare skin between the flaps.

"Do you see the buttons?"

"No," you reply truthfully.

"Come get a closer look, then," she invites. You stand up and walk over to her. Sliding the thin fabric between your fingers, you do finally find some small plastic buttons.

"Okay, I see them," you say.

"Great. So, your partner will need to ask your help to button them up. You need to stick the buttons halfway in so they can easily be popped out. Give it a try."

You fumble with the buttons with difficulty. Not only are they small and hard to handle but Rebecca's nudity is intoxicating. Your cock is sticking straight out of the robe now, occasionally brushing against the toga and causing a burning, aching, yearning sensation to run through your body.

Finally you figure it out. You can wedge the buttons in sideways so that they hold in place but just barely. Rebecca points out a clasp on her right shoulder that looks like a plastic safety pin or hair beret or something. You're able to lightly close it, but a little bit of pressure will pop it open. You admire Rebecca's ingenuity - this costume is perfect for her plan.

"OK, I think I've got it now," you tell Rebecca.

"Great!" she says. "Now give it a try."

"Really?" you ask.

"Well, we need to see if it works. See if it pulls off."

You smile as you grab the toga with both hands; Rebecca's back is still facing you. You tug downward, and the buttons and clasp instantly fly open. The toga falls to the ground in a heap, leaving the cheerleader naked in front of you once again, her ass directly in front of your face.

You stand straight, and she turns to you, her nudity on full display. "Great job," she says. She walks toward you and places her hand on your penis. "And I know you'll be great at the game tonight." She starts to stroke you slowly, causing you to arch your back and thrust your cock in her direction. Your mind is full of fog; you can only think of one thing. "And once you've done your part, I'll be _very _grateful," she says. "And you'll get exactly what you want." She's tugging you more quickly now. Your breath is coming in gasps; she's about to make you cum for the first time, and you're elated.

Then - nothing. Her hand pulls away, and you snap your eyes open. Rebecca smiles and brushes past you to her dresser. She starts getting dressed, quickly pulling on a pair of unremarkable panties and beginning to don a bra.

Shit, you think. I guess I'm going to need to go through with it.

Rebecca finishes getting dressed, now wearing a t-shirt and jeans. You, however, are still uncomfortably exposed; your still-hard dick poking out of your too-small ladies' robe. When Rebecca takes a good look at you, she laughs lightly.

"Let me check on your laundry," she says. She gathers up the toga and pulls another one from her closet. "And I'm going to swap these costumes for the ones my dad has in the supply kit downstairs. You going to be all right up here?"

You nod, still hoping against hope that she's going to take care of you before leaving.

"Great," she says. "And stay quiet. If my parents get home, they can't know you're here."

You nod again, watching wistfully as Rebecca leaves you in her room, closing the door behind her.

Your blood is pulsing, your cock is pounding. And then you hear the shower turn off.