Ask Caoimhe

You quickly spot Caoimhe, talking to the Asshole Clique. You feel strange as you watch the group interact with Caoimhe. She's talking about something stupid, like practice schedules, while they either ignore her or chat, or worse, tease her, grabbing at her breasts and smacking her bum. You walk over to her, tapping her shoulder.

"Hey, Caoimhe," you say.

"Hey, Jack," she says, turning around to look at you. "How are you?"

"Pretty good. Can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure," Caoimhe says.

Caoimhe begins walking off with you to the empty hallways as a few of the guys wolf whistle behind her.

"What's up, babe?" Caoimhe asks. "Need a hand with something?"

"Yeah," you say, wondering how to phrase your request. "Um... I need to ask you for something, and you have to keep it a secret, OK?"

"OK," Caoimhe says slowly, a strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness on her face. "What's wrong?"

"You also have to promise not to get mad or upset with me," you say.

"Um... I... OK, I guess," Caoimhe says in confusion. "I'll try, at least. What do you need?"

"Can I, pretty please, borrow a pair of your panties?"

"What?!" she exclaims, her eyes widening. "Uh... I... why do you even need them?"

"I made a bet with the others, and if I lost, I'd look like a massive wanker."

"Jack!" Caoimhe scolds. "That's super mean! You're treating girls like objects who just have their... um... underwear collected."

"That's what I told Lukas!" you say. "I said, Caoimhe's not an object, it doesn't like it when you call it that."

"You're such an asshole," Caoimhe says, shaking her head.

"Please?" you beg.

Caoimhe sighs, before nodding.

"Yeah, fine. I mean, you are my boyfriend. I guess you can take them."

You lean in close, smiling.

"Perfect. I got a glance at that red pair you were wearing this morning, and I think they're really sexy."

"Oh... um..." Caoimhe says nervously. "Yeah, you can take them."

Caoimhe looks up and down the empty hallway, before reaching down to her waist. She slides down a pair of black panties covered with white speech bubbles of various words, before offering them to you as her skirt drops down to hide her privates.

"Thanks," you say, before frowning. "These aren't the pair you wore this morning."

"Um... yeah. Sometimes the boys pull down my underwear, and if I'm not fast enough they take them. So I brought a spare today."

"Oh," you say, raising an eyebrow, but deciding not to push it. "OK, I guess."

"Cool. I have to get back to organizing practice. I'll see you later, OK?"

"Perfect," you say, as Caoimhe gives you a kiss on the lips.

You turn, heading back towards your friends, as you see Caoimhe rejoin the boys. You pause, as one of them quickly peaks under Caoimhe's skirt, laughing.

"Hey Caoimhe, where's your panties?"

Caoimhe blushes bright red, pulling her skirt down, as one of the Assholes laughs, pulling up the back of her skirt to reveal her bare ass. Strange feelings stir in your crotch as one of the guys gives Caoimhe a hard smack on her bare ass as Caoimhe yelps, before scolding him. While she's turned around, Tyler tries to pull up the front of her skirt, as Caoimhe keeps it pulled down, though her giggling only encourages them. One of the guys pinches her on the bare ass as she yelps again, and she gets reaches around to pull down the back of her skirt. This gives Tyler the chance to pull up the front of her skirt, revealing her bare pussy. Tyler presses his hand against it, rubbing it as Caoimhe yelps. She stands there for a moment as Tyler rubs his hand against Caoimhe's bare pussy in front of the whole school, before she steps back and yanks her skirt down.

"Stop it!" she says, embarrassed. "I'm going to my room!"

You frown, your cock twitching as Caoimhe, blushing bright red, hurries off towards her room. Shaking your head, you return to your friends.