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Chapter 11 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

Do you do it?

Trade underwear.

You slowly nod, and Alison pulls you up and starts to drag you towards the bathrooms again. You gasp and breath heavily as the panties dig into you, but you hold your cool just long enough to step inside. You start to worry again that someone might come in, but she presses your shoulders against the wall and plunges her tongue into your mouth.

The sensation brings you weak knees, and your hands find their way to her rear for a tight squeeze. Slowly, you lower yourself down to her groin and unzip her shorts, sliding them down to her knees before tugging down her panties.

Both come off and you toss them aside.

She's clearly burning with arousal. You drag your tongue around the sides and then the center as you start to stroke her clitoris with as much precision as you can. You've still never actually done something like this before, but you try to imagine what you'd want done to yourself.

Alison almost falls over, grabbing the nearby sink as you move faster and faster. Your tongue brings her to a yelling orgasm. Her eyes roll back into her head, and she brings herself down to a squat as she catches her breath.

You remind her about her end of the bargain and lift up her pink panties, swinging them back and forth in your hand. She nods and you slide down your own black panties and hand them over towards her. In unison, you slide them on, and she puts back on her denim shorts.

As you both start to head towards the exit, she makes a quiet yelping noise and you look back to her with a smirk. Finally somebody else has to deal with it!

"Wow... I didn't expect it to be that strong. Something's seriously up with these," she mutters as she follows behind you.

You feel so free. Each step is normal again, and now you know that every time Alison moves, she feels that stroking sensation between her legs instead of yours. So this is what Alison feels. Evil.

You both proceed outside and towards Troy's truck. Alison begins to walk funny, and her cheeks start to tint a gentle red. You ask if she's doing all right, and she nods with a quick **** glare. You guess she actually didn't expect them to be this bad.

What's next?

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