She Starts to Go to the Next Level

As they walked along the sidewalk bathed in the evening light, Lucy took a breath and began to recount what had happened, her voice a soft murmur that Marco strained to hear.

"Well, after the last bell rang, I went to the hallway we agreed on," she began. "I didn't see you, but I figured you were already hidden somewhere, watching. I waited a few minutes and then Javier showed up."

In her mind, the scene replayed with vivid clarity. She had seen him coming and, with her heart pounding in her throat, she had approached him.

"Hi, Javier," she had said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "Can we talk for a moment alone?"

He had looked at her with surprise but nodded. "Sure. You lead the way."

"We walked towards the bathrooms," Lucy continued, looking at Marco. "He was right behind me. I tried to... you know... walk a little more flirtatiously, moving my hips. Thinking about you watching us. But I felt so silly and clumsy, I think I almost tripped."

They reached the end of the hall, next to the door of the girls' bathroom. There, Lucy had turned to face him.

"I tried to sound flirty and shy at the same time, as if I were sharing a secret," she explained to Marco. "I told him why I had brought him there. I told him about the bet and my plan to take a picture and then delete it. The whole time I was thinking about you, about how you would react seeing us together, so close."

Javier, as she told it, had listened with an amused smile. "He noticed how clumsy I was trying to flirt, you could see it on his face. But, obviously, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. He told me he accepted my rules."

Here, Lucy paused in her story, as if gathering the courage to tell the next part.

"But then," she said in a low voice, "he told me he had a better idea. He said to me, 'Lucy, why don't you just skip the picture part? If you're going to show it to me anyway, the result is the same: me seeing your body. Why don't you just show me those sexy poses I want in person? It's more direct.'"

Marco tensed beside her but said nothing, urging her to continue.

"I thought about it for a moment," Lucy admitted, with an almost childlike innocence. "And... he was right. The logic was the same. So I agreed. I imagined how excited you would get seeing us go into the girls' bathroom together, and also how jealous it would make you feel."

She continued her story, her voice barely a whisper. "We went in. The bathroom was empty and quiet. I noticed Javier already had a big erection; it was very noticeable in his pants. I asked him what pose he wanted."

Lucy told Marco how Javier had just stared at her, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. That a girl like her, whom he considered unattainable even for Marco himself, was asking him that.

"While he was thinking, I felt... a slight warmth," Lucy confessed, blushing. "I thought maybe he would ask me to get naked or take off my bra. I felt insecure, but also... aroused. I was willing to do it. Anyway, you wouldn't be able to verify what he saw in there, and it would be very sexy to tell you about it later. I thought maybe it would give you a... prolonged erection."

"Finally, Javier spoke," Lucy said, stopping on the sidewalk. "He told me that since it was a unique opportunity, he was asking for something special. He asked me to take off my blouse, to show him my tits in my bra... and to play with them. That was the pose he wanted."

The shock on Marco's face was palpable.

"I never imagined a man other than you would see me like that before anyone else," she admitted. "I took a few steps away from him, unbuttoned my school blouse, and let it fall. And then... I did what he asked."

She described the scene: her, standing in the cold light of the bathroom, in just a skirt and bra, awkwardly touching her breasts over the fabric, under Javier's hungry gaze. She saw his erection, harder and more obvious than ever. They stood like that, in silence, for almost a minute.

"Then he told me my time was up. We left, said goodbye, and he asked me if something like this would happen again. I didn't say yes, but I didn't say no either."

Lucy had stood there, waiting for Marco to appear, but he never came.

"While I was waiting," she concluded, finally looking Marco in the eyes, "I asked myself if this is really what you want, and why it excites you so much. Although... I can't deny that this time, I also felt that warmth, that thrill."

She paused one last time, her face filled with genuine confusion.

"But the strangest thing of all, Marco, was realizing you weren't there. I never imagined that, after everything that happened, you hadn't witnessed any of it."