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Chapter 8 by AverageReader45

Do you let her just walk off?

Hell no

You have a weird feeling, an urge to punish her for interrupting you. To make her pay a little for being such a brown noser. The Pass feels warm in your hand but you assume it's just in your head. Putting it in your pocket as you stand, you say, "Wait!"

She stops mid-stride and turns around, fear on her face. You feel bolder seeing that emotion on her face. You look her up and down which causes her to shudder. After a couple moments you tell her, "Why don't we see what's hiding underneath that button down?"

Lillian tears up as she undoes the buttons, slightly shaking. You lick your lips in anticipation. After she opens the shirt she moves to raise the cups of her bra to expose her chest to you, but you stop her.

"Whoa whoa, hold on, why don't you take that shirt off completely?" you gesture at her torso. "Shouldn't hide anything now should we?" You wonder for a moment at your sudden boldness but lust has seized control of you.

Lillian sniffles as she takes off her shirt and lets it fall to the floor. The bra isn't anything special, but seeing her flawless skin is a perfect prelude to the main event. She goes to raise the cups again and you stop her once more.

"You know what? That bra looks a little tight. Why don't you hand that on over to me for safekeeping?" you feel a pang of uneasiness through the lust, only for a moment. A tear travels down her cheek as she reaches around to undo her bra, and then she shrugs out of it and catches the one side when it falls down and hands it to you. You're rewarded with the sight of her tits. A little on the small side but would fit perfectly in each of your hands. Your pants feel tighter than ever. You wonder at how far you can push this, maybe see her pussy. Maybe even more?

She lets out a sob and it brings you back to reality. What are you doing? You come back to your senses and realize she's been apologizing over and over. Disgruntled, you clear your throat and tell her that'll be all. She grabs her shirt on the ground and runs off. You feel uneasy at what just happened, and a little turned on, but barely notice as you put her bra in your backpack.

Where to next?

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