The ghost decides a victim

The two of us sat back a bit giggly an feeling invigorated. It was hard for either of us to believe I had kissed a woman. I had never felt so alive before. I knew that if it ever happened again, I would be ready. I smiled to myself, feeling a newfound confidence that I had never felt before.

"So Gretchen, you're gonna be busy next week, but I'd love for you to join my class as a volunteer," I asked rather boldly. Gretchen nodded unable to focus as she sensed her panties lower. She looked into my eyes and knew this was something she wanted to explore further. She smiled and accepted my invitation. "I'd love to." She wiggled back and forth trying to push her pants back up. She had her oldest pair on since it was the only pair she could find. They were from 8th grade and neon pink with Disney princesses. Suddenly she leans in and whispers "Something is taking place and you need to give an answer." Gretchen is briskly asking.

I looked around and whispered "Ghost" and Gretchen laughed. Before she could respond her pants were yanked down. She screams in pain as they hug her hips tightly. Tom looks over and snaps a photo. Quietly he sneaks around. "AMY HELP ME PLEASE" Gretchen begged. When I tried to find her pants, I discovered that Tom had already gotten them. "Sir, those aren't yours, please give them back." Tom looks at me lustfully. "Only if you guys have a trade agreement," he says. "You" Tom looks at Gretchen, who quickly and sternly responds, "This isn't a game Tom, give her back her pants." Tom sneers at me, but ignores her and gives the girls a proposal and ultimatum.

"You will give me your panties for your pants or both bra and panties for both pants and shoes" Tom states. Gretchen stands her ground, "No, I won't give you anything. Now bring me back my clothes." Tom stares at her and firmly states he will.