Take the bet

“Fine,” you say distractedly, trying to concentrate on the pleasure. But wait, now you don’t want to finish first. You glare at Rey, then gasp and glare at Cynthia, who just gave you an extra bump with the vibe. You’re panting like you just ran a foot race. There’s something about having someone else holding the vibe, and being able to feel Rey’s body heat beside you. It reminds you of the first time another girl touched you.

“You were a cheerleader, right?” Rey asks you. How can she talk at a time like this?

“Shut up,” you gasp.

“I bet you were good at it. I wish I could’ve seen you shake it.”

She’s making a mistake. Dirty talk isn’t a turn on for you, but then you make the mistake of looking at her. Her flushed face and tense abs are really sexy. The way her lips tremble around the sensor is killing you. You just want to touch her.

“Are you a good kisser?” she asks.

“Damn it!” You clench your hands and lean back, groaning. You can’t pretend that you didn’t just cum… the way your hips are acting gives it away.

Rey laughs.

“Attagirl,” she says as you ride it out.

Now that she’s won, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. You catch your breath as Cynthia steadily holds the vibe in place for Rey, who only needs about a minute.

Rey plays it cool and doesn’t make much noise, but she can’t stop her legs from clamping together when it happens.

“Ah,” she says, wiping her hair away from her sweaty face. “OK.”

Cynthia puts the vibe down and holds out her hands. You and Rey withdraw your sensors and hold them out. She throws away the condoms and plugs little USB cables into them, connecting them to her laptop.

“How much tighter am I?” Rey asks, getting up and going over to look over Cynthia’s shoulder. For a second you stay where you are because you never knew that Rey had a tattoo of a symbol on her back. It looks like something from a Led Zeppelin album. She also has a nice bruise on her left buttock, and you wonder what happened there.

You join them.

“You are slightly tighter than Hailee,” Cynthia says, pointing at numbers on the screen. “Or rather, we should say that you squeezed slightly tighter when you reached climax. We can’t reliably test for resting tightness.”

“Why not? Can’t you just put it in there?” Rey asks with a shrug.

“I wouldn’t trust either of you not to squeeze out of vanity,” Cynthia says. “I couldn’t take your word for it.”

She’s probably right.

“Where’s my underwear?” you ask.

“Right here,” Rey says. They’re in her fist.

You put your hand out.

“We had a bet,” Rey says. “I get to keep them. Souvenir.”

She doesn’t want your panties, she just wants you to have to go all the way back to your room bottomless. God. You’re getting hazed by your fellow pledges, not even the officers.

“Are we done?” you ask Cynthia, who waves absently, then goes back to typing.

This blows. You go to the door and peek out. Nobody’s around that you can see. You’re lucky you don’t have girls in the hallway listening… the vibes and panting were pretty loud.

You tug at your little undershirt, like you could pull it down enough to cover yourself, but if you cover your front, the back hikes up, revealing your rear. If you pull it down in the back, you womanhood is uncovered. You can’t win.

You can sprint back to your room. Or you could kind of… try to own it and strut back, CCL style.