DS - Rewarding Rebecca

“OK,” you say, bending over to touch her cheek. Everyone is staring. “You did so good today, Rebecca. It was amazing.” You break character for a moment and kneel so that you are eye to eye with her. “Your reads on what they were going to do, and your accuracy.” You touch her thigh. “So good.” You stand back up put your hand on the top of her head this time. She is blushing so hard. It’s extremely cute. You haven’t really gotten a chance to play with Rebecca, and you don’t know her that well. “So?”

She licks her lips.

“You know how this works,” you say.

“I know,” she replies nervously, her eyes darting left and right as she looks at the whole team watching her. The room has already started to smell like horny girls. Everyone is wet, and you haven’t even done anything yet. You can feel Lara’s eyes, though. She always positions herself behind you, and you’re bending over right now, giving her exactly what she wants: your bare ass.

That’s fine.

Rebecca is distracted by your cock dangling between your legs, but she’s just going to have to power through that… you grasp her hair and pull lightly.

“Focus,” you say.

“OK,” she whimpers.

“What do you want?”

“I want to do it with you,” she says, closing her eyes out of embarrassment.

“Keep going,” you say. She should know this. She’s seen this happen once before, but she’s so worked up and nervous that she can’t think straight.

“What?” she says, looking at you desperately.

“How do you want to do it?”

“I have to say it?” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears.

“You want to say it,” you say.

She squeezes her eyes shut. The whole team waits. The air is thick with lust and anticipation. Rebecca bites her lip. You tug a little harder on her hair.

“I want,” she says. “I want you to kiss me when you do it.”

You would like a little more detail, but… you can work with this. Rebecca is being very brave already. Asking her to be even braver would just be cruel. This is her reward, not her punishment.

“OK,” you say, touching her under her chin. She stands up as you lift your finger. You stare at her, and she sweats and blushes, her body quivering. She clasps her hands nervously.

You lean in close. “How can I do it to you when you’re wearing those?” you whisper.

“OK,” she squeaks. You stand back and watch as with shaking hands, she strips out of her underwear, trying several times before unhooking her bra, then pushing her panties down and stepping out of them. She’s freshly shaved down there, totally smooth.