Touch her

Roxy was not ready for this. Even a feathery, teasing touch gets a reaction out of her as though she’s being electrocuted. She can’t even pretend to be tough in this state, not up against your fingers. And it’s obvious that nobody has ever teased this spot with her before.

The chains clank and rattle, and the bench creaks, but she’s not struggling. She just can’t control what her body does when you touch her.

You love it. Sweat drips from her body as her juices drool from between her legs. You have done some things with girls since you came to this school, but this is pretty kinky.

With the utmost care, you penetrate her ass with your finger. Her hoarse, ****, muffled moans are music to your ears. You are now officially dying to see if you can bring her to orgasm like this. You grab a handful of her slippery buttock and lean into her, curling your finger.

“Holy shit!” Kris bursts out.

Roxy freezes with a moan, and you turn to look.

Kris is in the dungeon doorway, several bottles of wine cradled in her arms. She sees you, naked from head to toe. She sees your flushed face and damp thighs, with your finger buried in a strange girl that she doesn’t know.

“OK,” you say, trying not to laugh. “I know how it looks.”

“Who is she?” Kris asks, eyes wide.

“Mmm!” Roxy thrashes, and you pull your finger out suddenly, making her shriek and shudder.

“Our guest,” you say, walking to the sink to wash your hands. “Don’t be rude. Staring is rude,” you add.

“Right,” she says, blushing. “We’ll be upstairs.”

“We’ll be right up,” you assure her.

Kris quickly leaves. You take a towel back to Roxy. You could free her, but it’s more fun this way. She was close to finishing, but not quite. Freeing her is the cruelest ****.

She shakily stands up, and you wipe away some of the sweat with the towel.

“There you go,” you say. “So you’re going to stay and party with us, right?”

She stares at you, red-faced and breathless.

“Right?” you press.

“Sure,” she says, staring at you with new eyes. She really didn’t know what she was getting into.

“I’ll get you something to wear,” you say, taking her hand.

She follows you. You’ve startled her so much that her whole tough girl façade is gone. But… you know that she’ll get it back quickly. You better take advantage of this situation while you can. The more fun you have with her now, the more fun you’ll get in return when she pays you back. You’re looking forward to it.

You take her upstairs and considerately help her avoid being seen by anyone else. In your room, she reaches for her clothes, but you stop her.

“Not those,” you say, opening your closet.

Roxy is taller than you, and just a little wider. Your bras and panties won’t fit her. Other things will, but they will be a bit small. As fun as it would be to dress her up in some fancy lingerie, you can’t… at least not without ruining your own underwear by stretching it.

You can give her a sheer teddy… or just a t-shirt.

The teddy will be more embarrassing for her.

The t-shirt will be more comfortable.

Either way she’ll be completely bottomless. Whatever you choose, you will have to wear the same thing. She won’t fall for it if you don’t.

T-shirt? Or teddy?