Lisa toys with the shirt

“Having fun, Erica?” She asked me the same question that she asked in the bus, as I felt her finger trace along the hem of the shirt, pulling up and out ever so gently, she wouldn’t dare strip right here, would she?

That was of course a stupid question; she’d already stripped me in the bus, this was nothing compared to that.

“... I guess?” I replied, not sure what Lisa had in plan, one thing for sure, it was too late to escape now, if I try to run, the shirt might get taken off in an instant, or worse, ripped completely off.

That’s when Lisa began to slowly raise the shirt up to my waist, in reaction, I held my bag up to my crotch, blocking the view from the front, but now I could feel my ass completely exposed, thankfully, the only people behind me were my friends, and no one else.