Hunting for Nikki’s Pants

Nikki sat up on me and wrestled my arms away. She held them down by the wrists, stretching me out. God, all those feelings were flowing back to me again, my embarrassment **** me to keep fighting.

“Just like before. You can’t win, Hannah. Just give it up.”

She loosened her grip for a minute, and that let me swing at her with a wild fist. It caught her on the chin and I threw her off. I crawled away like a horror movie character was chasing me. I had to regain control.

I regained my feet in the hope that it would give me the advantage. Nikki was still sprawled on the ground, just feet away from the edge of the pond.

I closed her down and went straight for the first thing I saw. I tore at the button of her jeans. A dazed Nikki barely offered any resistance as I managed to unlatch it. I caught a glimpse of her BLACK panties.

I grabbed the top of her jeans and started to pull. Nikki groaned in exasperation as she dug her fingers into mine.

She pulled her knees upwards to try to loosen my grip. Like a wild animal, I dug in and bore right down on top of her. I was going to strip her pants right off if it was the last thing I did.

Nothing mattered more now as I tugged away at the pants. Little by little the front of her panties came into view. I was winning the war.