Sophie starts to suspect

You make it through the first couple periods somehow keeping your head down avoiding eye contact and praying nobody else on the bus spilled what Mike was saying. The pink satin panties are still there though a constant warm slippery reminder every time you shift in your seat or cross your legs. Your dick has finally calmed down but the memory of getting hard from Chantelles taunting stare keeps replaying making you paranoid youll pop another boner at the worst moment.

Second period ends and youre shoving books into your bag when Sophie appears in the doorway like she timed it. Shes leaning against the frame arms crossed under her chest which pushes her tits up just enough to make your brain stutter for a second. Her dark hair is loose today framing those piercing green eyes and shes got this half smile thats equal parts curious and playful still the flirty one youre used to.

Hey Joe she says stepping inside the empty classroom and closing the door behind her with a soft click. Got a minute?

Your stomach drops but you **** yourself to look casual. You nod and lean back against a desk trying to play it cool. She walks over slow deliberate hips swaying in that short skirt uniform policy be damned. When she stops in front of you she perches on the edge of a nearby desk crossing her long legs. The movement makes her skirt ride up dangerously high and for a split second you catch a flash of white lace peeking out stark against her tanned thigh delicate floral edges catching the light. Its gone in an instant but your pulse hammers anyway. She either doesnt notice or pretends not to care that you saw.

So Mike wont shut up about the bus this morning she starts voice casual but with that teasing lilt. Said you were squirming like crazy getting all worked up over some panty talk. Then he made this big show about how youre no competition for anyone because youre apparently into wearing girls underwear now. She tilts her head studying you eyes sparkling. Is any of that true or is he just being his usual asshole self?

You swallow hard stick to the script you rehearsed in your head all morning. Nah its bullshit. Chantelle pulled some twin prank thing yesterday morning laundry mixup I grabbed the wrong pair by accident. Thought they were mine in the dark or whatever. Changed right after gym yesterday. Mike just saw the waistband once and ran with it because hes a dick who wants to mess with me. Same old rivalry crap.

You say it fast enough that it almost sounds believable but your voice cracks on the last word and your cheeks are definitely pink. You cross your arms try to look annoyed instead of terrified.

Sophie narrows her eyes for a long moment like shes trying to read your soul. Then she laughs soft not cruel just amused. Okay that does sound like something Chantelle would do. Shes evil like that. And Mike would totally blow it up to look tough. She uncrosses her legs recrosses the other way slower this time giving you another deliberate flash of white lace thin straps high on her hip before smoothing her skirt back down with a little smirk that says she knows exactly what she just did.

Still she adds leaning in closer so you can smell her perfume something sweet and expensive. Youre blushing pretty hard right now just talking about it. Kinda cute though. Makes me think maybe theres more to the story. But fine Ill buy it for now. Mixup. Prank. Whatever. Doesnt change the fact that I like watching you get all flustered.

She hops off the desk straightens up and steps right into your space close enough that her chest brushes your arm for a second. Her green eyes lock on yours playful again.

Dont let Mike get in your head okay? she murmurs voice dropping low. Hes just jealous because Ive been flirting with you forever and he knows it drives him crazy. Keep being your tall awkward self and maybe Ill keep giving you reasons to blush.

She gives you one last quick flash of white lace as she turns to leave hips swaying extra on the way out. Catch you later cutie she calls over her shoulder with a wink before slipping into the hallway.

You stand there alone heart pounding dick twitching uselessly against the pink satin knowing you barely dodged a bullet. She believes you for now but the skepticism is there simmering and one wrong move one more flash or whisper from Mike or Chantelle and that fragile trust crumbles. For the moment though the flirting is still alive and that tiny victory feels like the only thing keeping you from complete collapse.