Shannon is in for it now!

Ashley opens her mouth to tear into Shannon for cutting into her fun (at least in a way that doesn't humiliate and **** you), but before any sound can come from the toned, flat-chested skater girl's mouth, the shortstack nerd continues. Ashley can't get a word in.

"It's my first time seeing one!" she gushes, still hugging you tightly in her arms and nuzzling into your bare chest. You embrace her back, grateful that her body is hiding your cock, which by now is back to a full hard-on despite your massive orgasm minutes ago. It feels weird, but nice, wedged between your waist and Shannon's sweater while you hug your soft, nerdy friend. "It feels so nice against me! It's hot and beats like a heart!" She looks up at you, an excited smile on her pale, freckled face, echoing your own enjoyment of the boner-wedging CFNM hug. "Can I touch it?"

She doesn't wait for your response. Removing one arm from your bare back, she reaches between your bodies, fingers running along your bare chest and abdomen in a way that sends a shiver up your spine. She finds your cock, tickling her fingertips at your head. Her other hand moves to your ass, grabbing one of your butt cheeks and giving it a squeeze.

"I can't get over how sexy your body is, John! The entire time we were studying or watching Star Wars and Miyazaki, and I could've been sitting naked next to you, playing with this hot cock and tight, cute butt?" She gives your ass a slap and traces a finger up the shaft of your hard cock for emphasis. "I wish I'd known my best friend was this hot and I could've been naked while hanging out with him all these years!"

Ashley seems to be stunned at how forward Shannon is being. She'd always been an introverted little geek, the last person you'd expect to be a lusty exhibitionist/voyeur. The skater girl bully is still leaned against the lockers opposite the ones you're still backed up against, arms crossed over her flat chest clad only in a thin, threadbare tanktop with some faded design on it. But her jaw is hanging slack as she watches the little nerd she pushes around more than you teasing your naked body and showering it with praise in a way that puts that gaggle of cheerleaders to shame. You can't blame her! Incoherent noises come out of your mouth whenever you try to muster up a protest! Since when was conservative little Shannon this perverted?

You gasp when Shannon's hand finds your balls. She grasps them in her dainty fingers, jostling them up and down a bit on her palm. "Your balls are so big and full, too! They're so soft and jiggly, I love them! You've got a top-tier package, {firstname]! God, you're so sexy! I don't think I can keep my hands off your body when you're naked like this! I'm so jealous, I wish the coach had did this to me!"

That's when a light bulb goes off in Ashley's head. Of all the things she's done to you and Shannon, she'd always done worse to to the petite nerd.

...But she never stripped her.

"Ya know, Shannon."

Your study buddy freezes, the hand that was caressing your balls and the hand that was stroking your shaft holding in place. She knows that voice and that saccharine tone.

"I've got authority over John today." Shannon relaxes slightly. "Don't we have the same class next? The class after that I'm not in, but you and John share it, right? I might be willing to text the coach that you've got shared authority so that I don't miss classes just to babysit him."

Shannon cautiously turns her head to Ashley, her hands still holding your cock and balls but not moving. "Really?" There's hope in her voice. She probably thinks that maybe Ashley sees this as an opportunity to bond over a shared cause.

"But I know how close you and Boner Boy here are. I might need a little show of good faith, just so I know you're not gonna conspire against me when I'm not looking." Ashley eyes Sahnnon's body sadistically, licking her lips like a wildcat staring down a mouse.

"Wh-What did you have in mind?" Shannon asks, her voice quivering. You try to shake your head at her not to take any Faustian deals, but she's not looking at you... despite the hands she still has on your exposed and aroused junk.

In the toned, flat-chested bully's mind, you know that evil is brewing...