Flirty answer

“Want to find out?” you ask her.

Scream Girl cocks her head. “Yes. I mean, wouldn’t you be curious?”

“I used to be curious. Then I joined,” you say, taking her hand and drawing her to the hallway where the bathrooms are. You take her around a corner. “I’ll tell you the truth if you do me a little favor.”

“Favor?”

“Oh, you just want to know? You don’t want to participate?” you ask. It’s hard to act cool when your body is like this. You know you have only seconds before Yuki turns this fucking thing back on.

“Oh,” she says. The tables have turned completely. She’s no longer on offense. “Is this where you actually hit me up for sexual favors or something? That’s, uh… maybe a little too CCL.”

“Sexual favors? No,” you say. “I just want a hug.”

You got her. “A hug?”

“What, you don’t know what a hug is?”

“What do you want a hug for?”

“What the fuck kind of reason do I need? You’re such a sweetheart that you think we’re assholes for wearing tacky T-shirts, but you won’t give people hugs? What kind of monster are you? Look at me. I’m obviously being hazed. I’m tied up and shit wearing cosplay,” you say, gesturing at yourself.

Scream Girl laughs. “You poor thing.”

“I’m just a pledge. I’m not even one of the girls.”

“Oh, but you have the secrets?”

“Hey, I got secrets,” you say.

“I’m not even gay,” the girl tells you.

“You sure? Because you’re doing a good job flirting right now,” you reply.

The mask stares at you. This girl honestly does not realize that was what was happening. She does now and her mind is blown.

“Jeez,” she says after a second, leaning against the wall.

“Maybe we don’t have to do all this,” you say. “Maybe you should just join us. Then you don’t have to ask me for secrets.”

“I wasn’t even seriously asking,” the Scream Girl says with a laugh.

You gaze at her. “Yeah, but you’re seriously thinking it now. Aren’t you?”

She doesn’t reply.

“How about that hug?” you ask.

She laughs nervously. “OK.” The black Scream robe makes it particularly comical when she spreads her arms. You embrace her warmly, wrapping your arms around her. The body under the robe is slim like yours, but it’s thick enough that you can’t feel much detail. That’s OK. You don’t care about detail. She’s taken aback by the sudden squeeze, and you steer, turning around so your back is to the wall and she and her voluminous black robe are blocking the view. You have her in this hallway, away from most people, but it’s still not private… the robe is almost like a curtain.

“OK. Here,” you say, guiding one of her legs between yours. It’s subtle, but you hold her close, using her leg to put pressure on yourself down there. It’s not a particularly erotic pose, but that pressure means everything. It’s not like you’re going to dry hump her or something, but when Yuki turns that thing back on…

It happens barely a second after you get into position.

“Umm, oh!” the girl says as you suddenly hug her much tighter, your fingers gripping her robe as the vibe buzzes against your clit, held there firmly by her soft thigh.

“Oh fuck,” you murmur, burying your face in the soft robe.

“OK. Oh boy. Uhh…” the girl says, but she holds onto you and doesn’t try to pull away.

You grit your teeth, tears in your eyes. Vibes can be magical, but they can also be ****. You move your hips as discreetly as you can, panting hoarsely.

Your thighs jerk and clamp together as warmth rushes through your body with your orgasm, all the way to your toes. The girl helps keep you upright, and it takes about half a second for you to realize how badly you’ve fucked up. You thought that if you came it would be over, but Yuki doesn’t know that you just came. Now you’re painfully sensitive down there and the vibe is still going.

Your legs are jelly, tears stream down your face, and all you want to do is scream.

Instead, you bite the robe and clutch at the girl.

The vibe finally stops. It feels like an hour, but was probably like three minutes.

You let go of her and sag against the wall, groaning. You wave at a pair of guys walking to the men’s room.

“Asthma,” you say breathlessly.

Scream Girl is just standing there. It’s hard to read her.

“Thanks,” you gasp to her. “It’s true. All of it. Last night me and all the girls slept in one bed. We did a lot more than sleep.”

A moment passes. “I actually believe you,” the girl says.

“It’s the truth.” You straighten up, but it’s almost impossible not to act like a person who just came publicly. The intensity of the feelings of your body has dimmed enough that there’s room for embarrassment. Did anyone pay attention to that? “I better get back.”

“That’s it?” the girl asks.

Oh. Now she’s turned on. Well, far be it from you to stifle this girl’s sexual awakening.

“Of course not,” you say, pulling her into the bathroom. You really can’t stay away from the booth for too long, but Athena would never forgive you if you left this girl hanging. A bathroom stall isn’t the best place, nor is it a secret to anyone what’s going on in there, but you push her against the wall, hike up the robe enough to expose smooth, tanned legs in a pair of green shorts.

“Keep your voice down,” you tell her as you slide your hand into those shorts, finding cotton panties and a hot, gooey pussy that is more than ready for a little attention. You don’t tease. You just give her what she wants. She whimpers as your thumb rests on her fat clit while her pussy sucks at your middle finger. It’s your turn to hold up her shaking body.

She’s the wobbly one when the two of you exit the bathroom stall a moment later. She seems to be at a loss for words. You need to get back.

Kiss her goodbye?

Or wink at her?