Corinne slowly coaxes Mari out of her clothes.

Can I... really do this?

Mari's thoughts were muddled in a messy mush of shyness, hesitation, and boiling lust. She didn't care that Corinne was a girl, or that everyone she ever knew would call her a dirty girl for wanting her. All that mattered was that electric jolt she got every time she touched Corinne's soft body. But here she was, inches away from satisfying the burning heat between her legs, and yet she couldn't bring herself to take the next step.

Mari hated being naked. She couldn't stand it, knowing that her ridiculously voluptuous chest would draw the attention of everyone around her, boy or girl. The glancing stares that the girls in the locker room tried to hide, the whispered gossip behind her back... she'd started changing for gym class in bathroom stalls ever since middle school and refused to expose herself to the humiliation ever since. But now...

Now, with the shockingly beautiful and hungry-eyed Corinne in front of her, she had to strip down if she wanted to share another kiss with the foxy girl again. Mari needed to feel Corinne's soft breasts, taste her puckered nipples, and kiss every square inch of her body.

Mari's hands hovered over the buckles of Mercy's skirt. All she had to do was close her eyes, and take off her clothes... maybe she wouldn't have to get all the way naked? She could stop any time, right?

"C'mon, cutie," Corinne said, licking her lips. "Let's see what you've got under your armor."

"Y-you won't make fun of me?" Marigold whispered. "You promise?"

"It really is your first time," Corinne giggled. "But if you're so nervous... I promise I won't laugh or make fun of you. You're too cute for that."

Mari shuddered. It was just the two of them in the hotel room, she reminded herself. Everything that happened here would stay here.

Slowly, Marigold began to undress. First went her halo, which she set gingerly on a nightstand. Next was her skirt, leaving her with Mercy's chestnut-colored, honeycomb-patterned tights that went all the way up into a black leotard. Her butt stuck out just enough to entice, with her cheeky-cut leotard not covering everything it could (once again, Marigold hated how deceptive internet sizing was). Kiona had said it would be perfect for a Witch Mercy cosplay, but Mari couldn't bear the thought of wearing it without tights.

Next to go were her wings and breastplate. Mari unclasped the straps holding her wings to her back, then moving on to the two secure clips atop her shoulders. Her wings and white armor joined the growing pile of clothes beside the bed. Finally, she kicked off her tiny boots and took off her shiny silver watch, which could wait until this all was over.

Mari shivered. Not because of the cold, but because she was standing there in nothing but a pair of tights and a leotard. Now came the really hard part...

"Could you, um... help me?" Mari asked quietly. She turned her back to Corinne to expose the zipper down the back of her leotard.

Corinne crossed the distance between them with a sway of her hips. "Anything for you, angel face."

Marigold blushed at the pet name, but blushed even more as Corinne unzipped her leotard. Everything was too real.

Mari shrugged out of her leotard's long sleeves, baring the back of her compression vest to Corinne. The thick brown contraption looked like a very thick, very sturdy camisole from the back that came down to her waist.

"Ooh, what's this?" Corinne asked. She gave a playful pull on one of Mari's thick, velcro-tightened shoulder straps. "Bulletproof boobie box?"

Mari squeaked and pulled away from Corinne. She pressed the top half of her leotard to her chest, even though she wasn't facing Corinne.

"Aww..." Corinne said. "Don't run away. I just really like your kevlar undies. Really cute!"

Mari's breath quickened. She couldn't bring herself to turn around and show Corinne the front of her vest. Instead, she swept her leotard down her hips and dropped it to the floor, still facing away.

Corinne was about to tease Mari for her shyness, but the sudden reveal of the girl's panties made her pause. Underneath Mercy's tights was quite possibly the most intricately woven pair of lace panties she'd ever seen. Mari's panties were soft, sexy and brimming with femininity in the way they clung to the delicate curve of her butt. They were the perfect pair for a chaste girl like Mari, and the pair Corinne had always imagined sliding off and throwing aside as she took her conquest.

Mari couldn't move. She had only one thing left before she was down to her last bits. The tights were her last bit of cosplay. If she took them off, she'd have nothing left to protect her from Corinne's prying eyes.

"Come on..." Corinne coaxed. She slid a finger up the small of Mari's back and was rewarded with a tight gasp. "Just a little more, and then you can play with me all you want."

Mari whimpered. She wanted to bury herself in Corinne's soft body, but her sense of shame fought back with a vengeance. She couldn't do this. She couldn't!

Corinne slid behind Mari and breathed a hot, wet sigh against her ear. Slowly, she ran her fingers over and under Mari's reinforced shoulder straps, massaging the red, raw skin underneath.

"I want you," Corinne panted. "I want you on top of me, sucking my tits. I want you against me, rubbing my clit with your thighs. I want you between my legs, licking me so fast and deep that I scream for mercy."

Mari whimpered again. Her knees weakened and the heat between her legs was growing to an unbearably hot, wet mess. She wanted Corinne, too. She wanted Corinne so badly that she guided her partner's hands to her waist and let her slide her tights down and off her legs. Mari unsteadily kicked them free, where they landed on the pile of cosplay.

Slowly, Mari turned around to face Corinne. Her panties were even more elegant from the front; the way they clung to her mound was like seeing into a rose garden growing out of soft white silk. Mari's panties were so enticing, so bursting with unfulfilled desire, that Mari almost got away with covering her chest in embarrassment.

"Don't be shy," Corinne purred. She poked the quivering Marigold in the arm crossed tight over her tight-fitting vest. "You've seen me... now I wanna see you, cutie."

Corinne stepped backwards and lay herself back on the bed. She spread her legs, inviting Mari to stare at the strip of white-and-red silk between her thighs. She cupped her breasts, which were obviously bare, only partly held up by the strapless bra she still hadn't fixed. Her nipples poked prominently through her silk kimono.

"Come on. Take it all off. Come to bed and help yourself to whatever... you... want."

Mari swallowed loudly. She lowered her arms and bit her lip. She couldn't hold herself back any longer, but she had a choice to make: did she take off her panties, or get the big reveal over with?