Text Liam

My mind swirled with shame and regret as I realized just how out of line I'd been acting. Taking my phone out, I started a new message to Liam. Then paused when I had no idea what to say.

It took me what seemed like hours, but after endless deletions and rewrites eventually I hit send:

Emily: Hey, I'm sorry. I hurt you, but that's gonna stop - I won't sleep with anyone else again. I love you

Despite waiting for another half hour, I didn't get any reply. Finally, I decided I'd had enough of wallowing on the bench, so I got to my feet and began walking back towards Chrissie's house. I tried the doorbell, but obviously no one was home, so I sat on the doorstep and waited.

"What are you doing?" Chrissie smirked, taking out her earphones around 15 minutes later.

"Waiting for you," I grinned.

"Guessing you're feeling better then."

"Yeah ..." I avoided her gaze.

"Liam?" she asked, unlocking the door.

"Yeah," I lied.

We sat down at the kitchen table and did our homework while chatting and waiting for Chrissie's parents to get home. After a while, I noticed her rest her foot on my leg; it gradually crept under my skirt and towards my pussy, and I felt my face beginning to flush.

"Chrissie, stop," I said.

"Stop what?" she asked innocently, but a mischievous smirk played at the edges of her mouth. Her foot crept further up my thigh.

"Chrissie."

"Oh, this?" Chrissie grinned, and suddenly jammed her toes right into my crotch. I moaned loudly and felt wetness begin to accumulate in my panties.

"Hey - oh fuck!"

"What's wrong, Emily?" Chrissie taunted, wiggling her toes. "If you can't take it, don't dish it out."

My hand spasmed, and I groaned as I smudged my homework. Feeling my body beginning to overheat, I automatically tore off my school jacket and threw it onto a chair. "Chrissie!" I yelled, although I wasn't sure if it was in frustration or pleasure. I weakly tried to grab her leg, but she deftly wriggled out of it and kept stroking my panties with her toes.

"You gonna cum for me?" she purred.