Sort Of

Skyler clung on for dear life to Roxanne’s ankle. She was sustaining wild kicks from the teen, but she couldn’t get herself up or Roxanne would escape again.

She knew she had to use her strength advantage to try to pull Roxanne in. If she got away this time, she’d be in serious trouble.

Skyler jostled for position, still dodging her kicks. Roxanne made it to the stairs and was now desperately trying to heave herself up to use the height difference in her favor.

She weakened her grip for a moment to roll herself onto her front with her knees under her. Skyler had a brilliant idea. It would mean tearing another strip off Roxanne.

Skyler reached forward and hooked a hand into one of the holes she’d made in Roxanne’s workout pants earlier.

She started to pull against the weak fabric. Once again, she heard that distinct ripping sound. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to rip the pants off this girl.

“Wait, wait, stop.”

Roxanne cling onto the waistband hitched far up on her belly. Only that style prevented her goods from being exposed.

Skyler tore the thin fabric down her leg and down to her ankles. She also made a point of popping off the red sneaker and taking off Roxy’s black ankle sock, leaving her barefoot.

“That’s one. How about the next one?”

“No! You’re ruining my clothes.”

“That’s not all I’m going to ruin.”

Skyler quickly changed her grip to Roxanne’s other ankle. With ease, she repeated the manoeuvre as the trapped teen desperately clutched the top of her yoga pants, keeping them adhered to her body.

Now barefoot and wearing a pair of tattered spandex shorts going down to just above her knees, Skyler knew Roxanne was feeling far more exposed than she’d ever intended.

But this was only the beginning. But before she could pants her any further, she needed access to that waistband hidden underneath her long hoodie, which meant pulling her back into her grasp.