Put it on

You’re not sure if it’s the bikini’s perfume or your confidence that you’ll get rid of Amanda easily. After thinking it over for another moment, you shrug your shoulders.

“Fuck it,” you mutter under your breath.

Then you slip on the bikini, thong bottoms first. And you’re immediately overpowered by several sensations at once. The fabric feels so soft, especially the little strip of fabric nestled between your shapely butt cheeks. The front feels like a gentle hand resting against your quivering womanhood, filling your head with nothing but pleasurable thoughts. You have to clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle a moan.

“Mmm...!”

You pause for a few minutes to collect your thoughts, before putting on the top. Strangely, you don’t feel anything while your putting it on. It’s only after you gently adjust the tiny pink triangles of the bikini to cover your nipples that you do feel something. And boy, do you feel something all right.

Pleasure courses through your body again like jolts of electricity. It's so strong you can't even remain in an upright sitting position. You're **** to lay your back against the floor, gasps and moans escaping your velvety lips. Acting on instinct, you move your arms until they're above you're head. And once you close your eyes, instinct becomes imagination.

You imagine someone, maybe Alex or maybe Amanda, forcefully pinning your hands down with one of theirs. It's easy for them; you buck your hips but you can never seem to loosen their grip. You imagine them forcefully groping your breasts underneath your bikini top, enjoying your soft moans as your nipples become erect. Their knee roughly grinds against your womanhood, blurring the line between pain and pleasure. You eventually stop resisting, and instead move your hips so that their knee presses further into your bikini bottom, and your trembling mound beneath it.

“Please...please stop,” you beg your imaginary opponent. Despite your pleas, your quiet moaning and your aroused trembling say otherwise.

They continue, grinding their knee against your slit, harder and faster. You bite your lip as it becomes incredibly hard to keep your moans quiet. You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable orgasm.

But just when you’re on the cusp of release, you hear Alex’s voice calling from downstairs.

“Come on, dude! What’s taking so long? Are we going there of what?”

Damn. You’re incredibly turned on right now, and the haze of pleasure is clouding your better judgement. Calling up Alex for some quick ‘relief’ sounds like a really, really good idea. Of course, you could just ignore him and quickly rub one out to take the edge off.

You could also just push down whatever aroused feelings you’ve got and finish dressing up. Though you run the risk of being distracted while fighting Amanda. Assuming you fight Amanda at all.