You don't try to use it on her

Since you were wet to the bone, everything came off. You made sure the pen was dry and set it on the sink. Then you dried off and reached for the robe hanging on the back of the door. It was a pale rose color but thick enough cotton that no one could see through and just long enough to reach just above your knees. A good thing since you were completely naked without it.

As you opened the door, Laura was coming out of her room carrying her wet clothes. She looked sexy with her wet hair and just an oversized t-shirt halfway to her knees. That stirred some excitement down below, and you felt very exposed that she might see you pointing at her through the robe.

"Here, give me yours," she said as she walked towards you.

Grabbing the clothes off the sink, you handed them to her. Your eyes followed her backside towards the kitchen slowly drifting to her rear swaying with each step. As she bent over putting the clothes in the dryer, you realized that you couldn't see any bra strap, but the shirt rode up enough to show pink panties.

Your heart pounded fiercely sending blood to your crotch. Yes, Laura was just a friend, but you hadn't ever been alone with any girl with so little on. You pulled the robe tight to make sure your rising erection didn't get loose.

"Hey. What's this?"

Your focus quickly changed as she turned around. The dampness from the wet clothes had moistened her shirt enough that it was clinging to her breasts and showing prominent nipples. But more important was that she was holding the pen. You had forgotten that you left it on the sink and must have included it with your clothes.

"The button doesn't seem to work the point or the laser thing. Is is broken?"

Oh, no! She's pushed it several times and holding it towards me. If she does it enough, it may go off, and I'll become a deflated skin.

You could feel all the blood draining to your feet in panic. You rushed over and took it from her just in time.

"Um, yeah. It's a little tricky. Sometimes it may, ah, um, er, squirt. Yeah, squirt. So we shouldn't play with it."

"Squirt?" Laura gave you a funny look, then suddenly she gleamed mischievous and tried to grab it back. A playful struggle ensued with you rubbing against her breasts and feeling her nubs rubbing back. It was exciting you, but you were terrified what could happen.

You could only think that you must get it back safely. But then your mind asked Why? Just zap her.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing flash of light.