The girls get more than kissed

Ben weighed Bonnie's right breast in his right hand, Susie's left breast in his left, thoughtfully comparing the pair as the two girls sputtered protests. Normally this would have been unethical, but fortunately carnival magic was in effect.

"You both have very nice tits," he informed the girls, "but I think I like Bonnie's a little better, since they're bigger. No offence, Susie."

"What do you mean, no offence? I'm extremely offended!" Susie did some more cute wriggling, but of course the pillory kept her firmly in place. She and Bonnie were both fully clothed, but that was about the only thing in their favour. "This is against the rules! It's not the... the Groping Booth!"

Ben glanced at Olga, who shrugged. "Is not not," she said.

"So I can pretty much do what I like?"

"Olga no stop you."

"Cool," said Ben, giving Bonnie an affectionate peck on the cheek as she wrinkled her nose and tried to pull away. "Hey, Bonnie, do you remember what you did to me last summer in front of the entire cheerleading team?"

"Um... released you from a pillory?"

"Guess again."

Bonnie's hips wiggled as Ben's fingers glided over her thighs, finding purchase on the waistband of her jeans. He smiled at her, relishing her discomfort, inspired to uncharacteristic confidence by a sudden burst of carnival magic. "Fine," she muttered, wide blue eyes darting from left to right, trying to conceal her nervousness. "Do whatever you want. I don't even care."

"Yes you do," said Ben, and pulled her pants down.

A shriek rang out across the carnival grounds. Somewhere in the distance, a cheerleader's ears pricked up.

"Pull them up! Ben! This isn't funny!"

"Sure it is," said Ben, watching an irate Bonnie twist back and forth, jeans around her ankles, creamy thighs and little yellow panties on display. "Pull them up yourself."

"You know I can't!"

"Try harder. You'll get there." Ben glanced over at Susie, who was watching the whole thing in horror and flashed her a smile. "Some people can dish it out, but they can't take it," he said. "Isn't that right, Susie?"

"You're horrible," Susie said primly. "I can't believe I ever had a crush on you. I mean, didn't have a crush on you."

"You can't believe you didn't have a crush on me?"

"That's not what I... shut up!"

"Okay," said Ben, smirking, and kissed her again. It was such a deep and passionate kiss, with so much tongue, that Susie barely noticed what his hands were doing. Not until it was far too late did she realise that he had gotten a firm hold on her skirt.

"Wait, Ben, maybe we could..."

"Too late."

"EEEEEEK!"

And with a rustle of cotton, Susie's skirt puddled on the ground, leaving her standing in front of the boy she had an enormous, gigantic crush on with nothing but her white panties to cover her modesty. Her thighs were more slender than Bonnie's, but just as pretty.