Attraction and Desire

Kyoka walked along the racks, calm in mind and body. She evaluated each item with a discerning eye. Chris' scent still lingered around her as if it had imprinted itself on her skin and clothes, which, frankly, bothered her less now. She liked it, actually; it brought a odd sense of calm and control over herself, along with a strange, almost foggy feeling of something grand – as if she were at the center of something vast and wonderful. What it was exactly, she couldn't quite grasp, nor did she particularly want to.

She turned the corner and stepped into what turned out to be a surprisingly ordinary lingerie section, given the store's overall vibe. Most of the sets and single pieces were simple and plain: sports bras, soft sleepwear, casual supportive stuff. Her gaze drifted lazily over the racks, a faint boredom in her eyes as she scanned through the uninspired selection.

Until her eyes locked onto one particularly striking pair.

These weren't ordinary panties – a depraved, predatory thing, made from a thin web of black silk, with an elegant opening exactly where it should have been closed.

Specifically, these had a cutout right at the cunt.

Perfect for, say, lifting a mini-skirt and getting straight to "FUN". No need even to push them aside. The cutout was neat, framed by soft satin strips, as if the entire composition weren't designed for the girl's convenience but as an invitation to enter her. Though, it wasn't even "as if"...

She swallowed hard.

Before, she wouldn't have even touched something like that, but now – with her mind clouded by lust – she stared at them in fascination and involuntarily compared them to her own.

«Wow… almost like mine… only thinner and more provocative. Like someone cut away most of the fabric…».

She unconsciously touched her waist – the fabric of her own panties felt different: smoother, tighter, and slightly prickly. She grew suspicious and immediately slipped her hand under her waistband, touching them. Black lace.

Cautiously, warily, she ran her finger along the edge. The sensation of the fabric under her fingers was new… or not? She had put them on this morning… or maybe last night after a shower, when she tossed her usual sports ones into the wash…? Kyoka glanced under her jeans' waistband again, as if checking to be sure. Everything was fine – they were as usual: black, lacy, snug… and a bit sexy.

«…Huh?», she asked herself mentally, without sound. There was only a light, pleasant hum in her head, accompanied by a strange confidence, as if this was how it should be. She simply hadn't noticed putting on something sexier than usual. Oh well. It happens. And today was special day: the first day at UA, then meeting up with classmates… So, why shouldn't she look SEXY today? There was nothing wrong with yesterday's decision: if she wanted to be more attractive, even if no one saw – go for it! Who would stop her? No one. Exactly.

Emboldened by these thoughts, she picked up the erotic cutout panties without internal resistance. Light as a feather, thin, almost nonexistent. Kyoka ran her palm over them, along the edge of the cutout, and pressed them to her thigh.

— Ooh-... They're actually quite nice to the touch… — she said quietly to herself. Her voice was husky. Suddenly a thought popped into her head and slipped out of her mouth.

— ……Would these suit me…? — She held the panties to her pelvis, moved them up to her lower waist, and folded the waistband, visually trying them on. Her hands trembled slightly, and it grew warm between her legs. Very warm. Too warm.

Then her imagination, fueled by something from outside, took over:

Kyoka pictured herself in this revealing piece: her back seductively arched, legs crossed, posing in front of a mirror alone in a fitting room. The panties' ties dug gently into the soft flesh, creating a sexy dent in her tender skin. She raised one hand to fix her hair; her breasts rose. With the other, she ran her fingers along the edges of the provocative cutout, revealing a glistening, already dripping pussy. And suddenly... two strong, gentle hands covered her from behind, pressing against her waist. They gripped her firm, toned sides, savoring the resistance of her core muscles. Fingers softly caressed the skin below her chest, slowly moving higher… and finally touched her full, sensitive breasts, lightly brushing her exposed, blood-swollen, erect nipples. They were his. The hands were Chris', clearly: warm, firm, gentle, confident. She felt his breath on her neck, how he pressed closer, how he wanted to kiss her, how he wanted more, how she wanted to respond in kind, how something hot and hard pressed against her pelvis from behind-

— F-fuck… — she exhaled and flinched.

Abruptly, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, she snapped back to reality. Her lips were wet – both pairs. Her cheeks burned red. Her crotch threatened to become a waterfall if she didn't stop fantasizing about Chris seductivly hugging her. Her heart pounded like a jackhammer, no longer from shame or shock... but from arousal, from desire.

Clumsy and stiff, as if caught stealing candy in a store, she hung the panties back on the hook, nearly dropping them three times from fingers trembling with rushing blood. Her back straightened, and her shoulders twitched in embarrassment.

— T-that's it. Enough. L-looked, a-a-and that's-s enough!... — she whispered to herself, trying to talk down her own thoughts.

She stepped back: one step, two. A turn – and she almost ran between the aisles, not looking back.

On the move, she tugged her t-shirt down and only then noticed – the t-shirt was slightly too small for her. It exposed the area just below her navel, revealing a hint of her toned abs.

«O-okay. Th-that's it. I told Chris I was going for t-shirts… and i-it seems that’s not even an excuse anymore... I r-really need a new one. I've somehow grown too much lately…», she thought, taking a deep breath to calm her overly sensitive nerves, for some reason on edge today.

«Although… this one kinda suits me. Maybe keep it~?», she mused, realizing her attractiveness in the "almost-crop-top" after a quick glance in a full–length mirror.

DO YOU HAVE ANY CREATIVE IDEAS THAT WOULD LOOK GOOD IN THE UPCOMING CHAPTERS?

If you have thoughts even just about poses, phrases, fetishes (+ whose they are + under what circumstances they "reveal" themselves), actions, quirks, transformations, etc., that would look sexy and "beautiful" – please write to me about them in the comments. I'm collecting ideas for future chapters (I already have some stock of ideas – mostly about sex or transformations), and it'd be cool to see YOUR ideas of it all (most likely I'll jot them down and implement them in future chapters. P.S. at the end of chapters where I use your ideas, I'll mention you as the author of that specific idea, unless you ask otherwise).

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