The sweatshirt is opened!

Tracy stopped touching her abruptly, both her breasts and her vagina, and just for a split second Renee's face was one of astonishment mixed with disappointment. She recomposed herself and seeing that her friend was still staring at her smiling she immediately regretted letting that expression slip out.

“Oh my baby is disappointed because I didn't complete what I started, you are so sexy when you have that pouty face!”

“I'm not a baby anymore,” she said in an effectively disappointed tone, ”but so can I cover myself now?”

Renee cursed herself for asking that stupid question; it was obvious what her body wanted. Damn what had happened to her, and what she had told Tracy yesterday. As she stood there thinking about what to do Tracy grabbed her sweatshirt quickly and quickly covered them up. Not understanding what was going on Red turned around and saw that a friend of Tracy's was approaching them.

“Red not a word and fix your skirt for a moment or I will rip it off in front of Jessica.”

There was no need to say anything else, the threat, (although to the ears of the “puppy” it was not such, in fact she seemed to hear a tone of urgency and anxiety in her harasser's voice) worked brilliantly and she adjusted her skirt as best she could. When Jessica arrived at their seats Renee was still with her sweatshirt untied, but at a superficial glance one could hardly tell that she had no support underneath!

“What are you doing sitting with your favorite victim? How come she's still dressed? Do you want help denuding her here and now?”

“Thanks for the help Jessica, but Renee and I were simply talking. So there's no need to denude her. Maybe later, I like to leave her hanging. You know cat and mouse.”

Another girl called out to Jessica who at that point greeted both of them with a knowing smile and returned to her friend. It was evident that in the moment they both sighed that they both stared at each other and embarrassment was at that moment shared. The first to break the silence was Renee.

“Why did you ... let's say um defend me even if in your own way?”

Tracy with her cheeks a little red in response opened her sweatshirt and taking one nipple he played with it gently replied, “Red if you want to be naked you only have to ask. Let's say... I mean you at the moment are my baby, and I don't want to share you with others. But don't think who knows what or you'll end up naked here sitting here!”