Be the gentleman

“Um, you haven’t dried off,” you try to warn her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“It’ll dry itself. Come on, help me into the pinafore.”

She takes out a dark blue pinafore and holds it out to you. This must be the prefectorial clothing. You help pull it onto her arms as she gets into it, feeling a kind of strange electricity between the two of you. It starts at the middle of her tits, and barely covers her pussy at the other end. As she turns around, you can distinctly see a bit of ass, and it’s enough to make you hard again. Of course, there’s no underwear in sight. The very slightest bend, you realise, is going to expose her pussy, which, as you follow her out of the bathroom, realise is still filled with your come.

Now, that gets you really hard. It’ll leak out over the rest of the day.

“So what’s up with this Sarah chick again?” Kristine asks.

“Uh, she volunteered to help me get off. People are calling her a slut because of that, and I think she’s affected by it. She just ran out of class crying.”

“Fucking prudes. Did you see who was mean to her?”

“Um yeah,” you say. “A blonde girl in the back corner. Pretty leggy.”

“Great,” she says. “I’ll punish her.”

You pause, unsure if she means it sexually.

“You can do that?”

“Any prefect can do that. So you better stay on my good side.”

“Yes Kristine.” You feel a pleasing tingle as you say her name. God, it’s back like when you had your first crush.