Clara teases Rose

"What about this one?" Clara asked, holding the dress up over her body and turning to receive Rose's judgment.

"That looks great," the blonde girl replied, for what felt like the thousandth time.

Rose had felt awkward enough walking around the TARDIS stark naked...but it was so much worse now that Clara had stripped out of her clothes as well.

Before she met the Doctor, Rose had worked in a department store; although she couldn't remember the part of the job that involved freezing your naked client, completely undressing, and trying out various outfits in a room so small there was **** but to frequently brush your bare bodies together. The blonde had been immobilised below the neck by the TARDIS, unable to cover herself with her arms frozen by her sides.

"Come on, you didn't have a proper look!"

Rose looked down at the brunette...but just as quickly averted her eyes. Clara had her boobs out again.

"Please can you just put something on?!" Rose asked, heat rising up her face.

"What's wrong?" the brunette asked, feigning ignorance. "We're just two girls trying on outfits."

Rose opened and closed her mouth like a fish as she struggled to find the words. The blonde wasn't trying on any clothes; Clara was testing out different options for herself, while Rose was left shivering, looking longingly at the racks of clothes she was unable to reach.

"Yes, but...but...I'm not gay!" Rose blurted out, finally saying out loud the mantra she had been repeating over and over in her head.

"Try telling your body that," Clara smirked, placing a hand on her right breast and gently squeezing her nipple.

Clara was right, of course. Rose's body was coursing with sexual energy, as the brunette made sure to regularly tease her blonde victim. Rose's breasts were stinging from how much they had been pinched, squeezed, and massaged, and she could feel a wetness between her legs that she could do nothing about.

Rose could feel Clara's bare feet pressing against her own as the short girl reached up and bit down gently on Rose's ear. Smiling as Rose moaned, Clara tilted the latter's head towards her, and locked lips. As one hand worked away at her breast, the other caressed her stomach, gradually moving down to her thighs. Even if Rose had been in control of her arms, she didn't know if she'd have pushed Clara away, or pulled her closer; it was impossible to ignore the sensation of Clara's breasts pressing against her perspiring skin.

Just as Rose felt herself running out of oxygen, Clara stepped away, but not before gently patting her buttocks.

This process carried on for some time; Clara gradually driving up Rose's arousal, stopping before completion, and going back to trying on clothes. Each time she would take Rose a little further, but never all the way.

During the breaks, Rose would tell herself that she was heterosexual, that she wasn't enjoying this, and that it was just a natural reaction to having her most sensitive areas being touched.

But that internal voice became quieter each time.

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Clara stifled a giggle as she heard Rose moan in frustration. The more the teenager insisted that she was straight, the more amusing it was. Rose's sexual inexperience made her very easy to manipulate, and Clara had no intention of stopping until Rose admitted the truth and fully embraced her bisexual awakening.

While the purpose of this game was to drive Rose crazy, Clara also found herself being aroused by the whole endeavour; although being naked in a small room with an insanely hot nude girl would do that to you. When this was all over, she'd have a fun night by herself in her bedroom.

Even though Rose couldn't physically move away from her, Clara sensed that her resistance was slowly waning, until, after the end of one particularly long kiss-

"Don't stop!"

"What was that, Rose?"

"I said d-don't stop!"

Moving back in front of the blonde, Clara placed one hand over her dripping pussy, and the other on her chest.

"Are you straight?"

"Yes, but-"

Clara stamped down hard on Rose's bare feet.

"That's not good enough, Rose. Are you heterosexual?"

"N-no..."

"So what are you?" she was going to make Rose say it.

"I...I'm bi...bisexual."

"Good girl," Clara whispered, affectionately pecking on the cheek. "Now, what do you want me to do to you?"

"P...put your fingers inside me..."

"For how long?" Clara tapped her fingers against Rose's pulsing lower lips. When no response was forthcoming, she started to withdraw.

"Orgasm! Until you make me orgasm! Please!"

Clara took a moment to let Rose's ragged breathing fill the quiet room.

"I can do that for you, Miss Tyler."

Without further delay, Clara pushed her way inside.