Talk personally to Roger.

The brown-haired boy leads you inside his home. "My dad's out a lot, so he won't mind us hanging out here."

You admit to not know all that much about Roger. He's shorter and skinnier than Troy, and quieter as well, but he's always been kind. The house is nice, considering it's out in the middle of nowhere. But appreciation side, you decide to talk to Roger about what happened. Quietly, you ask to talk to him alone.

"Alright. Make yourself at home, guys. Jane and I will be right back," Roger says to the rest.

You follow him through a door and down some stairs into the basement, doing your best to ignore the feeling between your thighs.

"My room's down here. Nobody will bother us in the basement, too. So, what did you want to talk about?" He looks around oddly, knowing exactly what you wanted to talk about. You still remember orgasming on his lap, and how embarrassing that was.

You tell him the truth, from your underwear problem to the awkward situations you've been in today because of it. He almost laughs, but then he looks at you sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, Jane... I had no idea. You should have said something. I can only imagine what this has been like for you, and you had to sit on my lap. Though it wasn't so bad, for me at least." He readjusts his trousers. You didn't notice until now, but he's still very much erect--your own doing. "I'll let you have a pair of my underwear if you want. I don't mind, as long as you don't."

He's willing to give you a pair of boxers or something? That would be perfect. Finally, you would be free from the teasing. He opens the door beside you, and gestures inside. He follows you in and opens the bottom drawer of his dresser, pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs. You adjust your skirt, thinking about the relief of having something like that to wear instead... Though you still feel pretty pent-up, even from walking downstairs.

"I'll let you change," he says, walking towards the door.