Give the easy question to Yuki

You decide to give the easy question to Yuki.

“Um,” you say. “OK. I have two here. Yuki, what Jedi master famously lifted an X-Wing fighter using the ****?” It’s a pretty easy question.

Yuki stares at you like you just asked her to calculate something ridiculous.

“The what now?” she says, cocking her head.

“Star Wars,” you clarify. “It’s a Star Wars question. Everyone’s seen Star Wars.”

“Um,” she says, frowning. “I guess I did see it.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. It would be a little crazy if she hadn’t.

“What did he lift?” she asks.

“An X-Wing,” you say.

“Hmm.” Yuki squints thoughtfully. “Luke Skywalker.”

“What?”

“Luke Skywalker,” she says confidently. “I remember him running around with a little Sesame Street monster thing on his back. That’s the monster thing, right?”

You put your face in your hand. “That was Yoda.”

“Yeah,” Nancy says helpfully. “He’s the one that’s really a Muppet. I think he lifted the plane.”

“See?” you say, gesturing toward Nancy, who beams. “Everyone knows that.”

“Dude, nobody’s seen that stuff,” Yuki says dismissively.

“It’s from the greatest movie in the greatest sci-fi movie series ever!” you rage. “How do you get that wrong?”

“Wait, is an X-Wing the little robot that looks like a dildo and honks at you?” Yuki asks Athena.

“No, that’s C-3PO,” Athena tells her.

“OK,” you say irritably. “Moving on. Athena.”

“Oh. Nice,” Athena says, perking up attentively. “I’m ready. I’ve seen Star Wars. I like the ones with Natalie Portman.”

“She was looking tight in that second one,” Yuki says and Athena nods in agreement.

“OK, different everything. Not Star Wars,” you tell her. “What’s the name of the animated witch who famously took America by storm 8 years after her big screen debut?”

“Animated witch,” Athena says, looking thoughtful and touching her finger to her lips. “Hmm. Kiki?”

Your mouth drops open. “Do you seriously know that?”

Athena shrugs. “I like that movie. Kinda deep for a kid’s movie, but it was pretty! Anyway, only cartoon witch I could think of,” she adds with another shrug. “Does this mean I win?”

“Guess so,” you say.

Athena giggles delightedly and claps her hands, crawling off the bed to rummage through Nancy’s bag.

“Hey,” Nancy says, watching worriedly.

Athena emerges with a lacy, white bra. “Who were you going to wear this for?” she asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Nancy replies, trying to shift away and close her legs… but she can’t.

“I’ll make you talk,” Athena promises, crawling sinuously back onto the bed. Your eyes were glued to her body. Her breasts swing, and the graceful, feline way that her round hips move… you can see everything.

“Oh god, no!” Nancy shrieks as Athena uses the bra like a feather, lightly dragging it over her skin. Her legs, her inner thighs, her belly… her hard, puffy nips. Nancy gets redder and redder, a sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead as she struggles not to laugh.

“How about here?” Athena tickles her neck, then her face, then her nipple.

Nancy is feeling really good. The smell of arousal is getting strong again, but it’s not just her. Yuki has her hands behind her head and her legs crossed at the ankle, watching with a smirk. You’re just kneeling on the bed, watching rapt.

Athena draws the bra down, between Nancy’s tied breasts, over her stomach, between her legs.

“You like being tied up?” she asks playfully.

Nancy just scowls at her. “I didn’t know you were this evil,” she says, but her voice comes out so husky and aroused that it’s almost a moan.

“Who wouldn’t be evil in this situation?” Athena asks, trailing the bra’s soft fabric along Nancy’s leg, streaked with her juices. “What do I get if I let you cum?”

“What do you want?”

You are only half paying attention to what they say. You have already gotten some action tonight, but watching Athena like this has set your womanhood on fire. You throb deep inside. Your body is hot and you are wetter than ever. You have to do something.

As she trails the bra around, Athena’s hindquarters sway back and forth alluringly. A single drop of her juices rolls down the smooth, pale skin of her leg. She’s turned on as well.

Touch yourself?

Or touch Athena?