Off With Her Clothes

“Whoa,” said Lea.

Jack chortled. God, was there anything that didn't get him going? “And you guys thought I'd be the problem,” he said, covering his mouth so he didn't spill his drink everywhere.

To be honest, I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. This really wasn't the guy I remembered, who studied with me for exams and went over our papers together with honesty and thought. I touched my knee to try to ground myself. It didn't help. Why was I here? The stupid storm was ruining everything. The storm, and Jack. I still refused to blame Harry for what he'd just said.

Lea's hand drifted upward, landing on top of her chest. “I'm not wearing a bra under this,” she said quietly.

“So?” said Harry, scowling. His pupils were black holes. At his sides, his hands jittered. So he wasn't going to let her back out.

She took a second, maybe trying to answer whether this had already gotten out of hand. We hadn't even been playing for an hour yet. If she just went back to her room, maybe the spell would be broken and all my friends would go back to being the people I liked. But, just like me, it looked like Lea was a better sport than I might have expected. She got up from the bed, taking the moment to step away from Jack and enjoy clean air. “Whatever, it's not like half the city hasn't seen my tits whether I like it or not,” she said. Her hands went up to the back of her neck, where the romper was held up by a tied string. Just one pull was enough to let it free. Lea caught it before it fell down, holding it against herself, hesitating, and then let go. The one piece fell down around her ankles, and there she was.

“Goddamn,” Jack crowed, leaning back to get a good look at her ass. She twisted, keeping it away from him and incidentally turning it toward us. It really was phenomenal. Hard work pays off, I thought.

The bigger surprise came when she took her hand away from her chest. Her breasts were perfect tear drops, just a touch smaller than mine. And her left nipple was pierced.

“Whoa,” said Paul.

Lea sat down again, covering her stomach like we couldn't see much more **** areas. But that's what animals do when they feel like they're being hunted. “Molly, truth or dare?” she asked, obviously eager to return the favor.