The bracelets...

With your tights back in place you roll back into bed to digest everything Lily told you. You'll have to keep track of these bracelets. If what she said is true, then you don't want just anyone getting a hold of any of your new wrist adornments. You will have to be very careful, even if everyone here does look pretty good.

Lily certainly wasn't lying about that. You take a glance across the room at the girl sleeping on the next bed. Even asleep she's gorgeous. Her hair, falling carelessly around her face frames her delicate features perfectly. You can see the curve of her breast through the open buttons at the top of her blouse, skin as soft and clear as a baby's. From her feet all the way up to the hem of her inadequate skirt her pale skin is smooth, flawless, almost inviting.

You roll over to try to sleep, but the prospect of the school is too much for you to rest. You find yourself fingering the bracelets, wondering how you'll keep some horny boy from taking you places you don't want to go with him, especially as the new girl. You have enough experience with new schools to know that the new girls are always the easiest targets.

You roll back over and look at Lily's wrist, covered by the colored bracelets. What did she say each color meant? Red is a gang-bang...you remember that. Blue is a kiss... or was it brown? You'll have to memorize it.

As you lay there, listening to Lily's even breathing, suddenly you have an idea. You don't want to be treated like the new girl, having to defend your bracelets constantly. So maybe the easiest thing to do is to be the aggressor. Use the system to your advantage, and make it clear that you're not going to be taken advantage of. After all, it is exciting isn't it? Why not make the first move?

Your eyes flick back to Lily's wrist, and then slowly trace upward along her shapely arm to the fabric of her blouse. You examine the curve of her neck, the delicate eyelashes closed against the light in the room. Your eyes glide down to her perfect lips, parted just a little bit to allow her breath to enter and exit steadily as she sleeps.

You could start right here, right now. Those lips look so inviting. Slip a bracelet quietly off her wrist and wait. When she wakes up, she'll owe you a kiss. And from the looks of her lips, you can bet that it won't be the harsh, fumbling kisses of previous boyfriends.

As soon as the thought crossed your mind, you know you have to try. Maybe she wakes up and catches you, but if she doesn't... You have nothing to lose, and who knows what you had to gain. At least it should show that you aren't going to be timidly taken advantage of.

Before you can question what you are doing, you slip off the bed and quietly lean toward Lily. You smell an enticing scent, a perfume that you can't place, and your heartbeat quickens. You find yourself hoping that she doesn't wake up, not only so that you don't get caught, but because you're trembling with excitement at the thought of her moist lips gently separated by your own.

Your hand rests on the bracelets on Lily's wrist when you realize your mistake. You don't remember which color stands for a kiss. Is it blue? Brown? One of the others. You have to choose.