BUL Day 11 - Alternate Part 2

In terms of physics, getting Aki’s panties off should be much easier than her undershirt. In terms of nerves and your racing heart making your head swim, it’s harder. The fabric feels soft and delicate. You smell her as you pull them down, and her thick bush tickles your nose.

This time she doesn’t help. You’re on your knees, but you have to bend forward, dragging them down her legs and ultimately bringing your face to the floor, where she finally steps out of them.

You straighten back up on your knees, your erection bobbing. Somehow, this has resulted in every inch of your skin being covered in a thin coat of sweat. At least you aren’t breathing hard like an animal. Yet.

You hear a quiet click and twist around in alarm.

Adella stands just inside the room. She closed the door a second ago. She must have watched what just happened: you, bottomless and tied up as you did that. You weren’t thinking about how you looked as you used your teeth to pull down Aki’s panties; it’s unquestionably the most exposed, least dignified view that you could have ever presented to anyone.

Adella wears a tee and gym shorts, looking relaxed and confident. She’s savoring this. Your mouth is suddenly dry. Your cock twitches. The floor is painfully hard under your knees.

A light press on the top of your head makes you look back to Aki, who touched you with a finger. She’s ordering you to keep still. You realize that Adella didn’t just see everything from you; she’s also seeing Aki nude, which bothers you. That thought hits at the same time that you realize that Aki must have invited her here. That’s where she was for so long: talking to Adella. There’s so much to unpack. Adella is the most popular girl in this whole place, and Aki somehow convinced her to cancel her plans and come in here. But did she come for Aki or for you?

Adella’s eyes devour the sight of you in this state. If your skin gets any hotter you will burst into flames.

Adella’s face is difficult to read. She’s smirking, of course, but there’s more to it. She is definitely more focused on you than on Aki. Without breaking eye contact, she pulls her shirt over her head, confirming your suspicions. Aki must have given her instructions. Adella is not making a show of it. You watch her strip, but it’s all business. Tee, sports bra, flip flops, shorts, and then her tight, gray, designer boyshorts. She’s as big as you are even when she’s just half-hard.

Naked, she approaches you. You swallow and stiffen up, heart racing, but she walks past you to sit on the edge of the bed. The look on her face now is challenging.