Nice Pussy !

The bus was once again full and once again the only seat that Debbi could get was one sitting on Deacon's lap. Her wait at the bus stop and subsequent boarding of the bus had been full of embarrassment as she began to appreciate the inadequacy of the cover provided by Deacon's jacket, however much she had appreciated the loan of it. She hadn't seen a clear view of her rear in any mirror since the split in her costume had occurred but her imagination could picture it vividly enough.

And now she was seated on the lap of a black youth seven years her junior while the bus trundled along. The nineteen year old boy's hand was up the back of the jacket and rubbing Debbi's bare back. It didn't feel altogether unpleasant, having a soothing effect after the various traumas of the day. "Miz No-E's had a rough day" Deacon said tenderly. "I have" Debbi replied. "Never mind. Me and my boys are all gonna be there to cheer you on when you do the Miz No-E rap again !" Debbi had forgotten about the Rag Week. "It'll be epic" Jody predicted.

Deacon's hand had begun to slip lower down Debbi's back beneath the jacket and a finger started to trace the line of her bum crack that the ruined suit had left exposed. Debbi squirmed in her seat. "Not there" she whispered. Deacon just chuckled. Fortunately, their stop was fast approaching. Debbi had feared that Deacon might want his jacket back immediately after they had disembarked from the bus but he gallantly agreed to join them on the brief walk back to Lynn's house and then come in for coffee.

"Do you want coffee or do you just want to drive straight home now ?" Lynn asked Debbi as they entered the house. Debbi was still clutching Deacon's jacket tightly around her. "What can I wear home ?" she wailed, the calming effect of her back massage having worn off. "Well, as you know there are limited options" Lynn replied. "We discovered none of my adult clothes will fit and the only clothes of yours that have come back from the cleaners are your knickers !" Much as the idea of once more wearing something of her own appealed to Debbi, the idea of driving home in just her lace thong did not.

"The panties and top from this morning ought to be dry by now" Shahida suggested helpfully. "Good call Shazzer" said Lynn. "Come into the kitchen No-E and we'll get you sorted." Wearing the kitty panties and crop top again was also something that Debbi did not relish but maybe she could get away with it if she hurried from the car to her front door at home. Finally returning Deacon's jacket, Debbi scuttled into the kitchen, trying to cover her bum with one hand.

"Take that off" Lynn gestured at the remnants of the yellow swimsuit. Lynn picked up the discarded rags from the floor as Debbi stood there naked in the kitchen. "This can join the jumpsuit in the bin. So much for my childhood memories" joked Lynn. Debbi thought that she was serious and was flooded with remorse. "I'm so sorry Lynn" she apologised. "Oh well, I'm sure you'll make it up to me in other ways" Lynn laughed. She had begun sorting through the laundry to find the panties and top. "Let me know your address and I'll drop your other clothes off when they finally come back from the Indians."

Deacon poked his head around the door. "Is there any milk for the coffee ?" he asked. "In the fridge over there, help yourself" Lynn answered. "Lynn, I'm naked here" Debbi pointed out. "Oh shush No-E. Deacon's not offended by that, are you D ?" The boy confirmed that his sensibilities were not outraged. "We all just saying how much we looking forward to Rag Week" he told the red faced Debbi as he made his way back from the fridge with the milk. Debbi felt a furry warmth around her calves. It was Pretty the cat. "Nice pussy !" said Deacon, stooping down to pet the animal but keeping his eye at close range on another kind of pussy altogether !