REALLY help the girl.

"So what kind of underwear do you wear then, Leena?"

A sudden, bold, pretty inappropriate question all things considered.

She looks surprisingly uncomfortable. "J-Just normal."

"Normal? What exactly is normal nowadays?" It seems like she isn't budging. "All right. How about you guess mine?"

"That's a weird game..."

You snicker. "Look closely at my body and try to guess. Take as long as you want. If you guess correctly, I'll let you see it."

"Wh-Why would I want to see your underwear?" she asks bashfully. She also doesn't want to admit that she already did.

Yet, she starts staring anyway, and she really does take her time.

"I um saw already."

You slide your hand down the back of her head, and stare directly into her eyes with a coy smirk. "What was that?"

"When you were climbing."

"Darn. And you were looking?"

She perks up. "No!"

You can't help but giggle at her response. "It's all right. You won fair and square. I guess I'll have to show you. But if you already saw, I'll have to come up with something better."

Her face now is glowing red, and her breathing is heavy and erratic. The poor girl. It's so obvious what she wants, but she's nervous about admitting it. Maybe she hasn't come out publicly yet.

"Follow me," you say as you start walking off. She wants to ask why, but remains silent as she follows the path of your swinging hips.

You lead the geeky girl through the aisles of shirts, pants, underwear, and more. You take her past it all and to a series of dressing rooms. This particular Walmart was never all that busy, and on this day, not even a single dressing room is occupied. You make your way over to the farthest one and open up the door. Meanwhile, Leena looks to you concerned, especially when you don't close the door behind you. A single finger beckons her inside.

Then, you close the door behind her.

"I did lose the game after all, right?" you ask, and with one swift motion, you drop your skirt to your ankles. "And did you know the security camera for this stall has been broken for a week?"

"No, no. You don't have to do this," she says, pressing back against the wall--the one marking the end of the series of dressing booths.

"Can I do it if I want to?"

She trembles and looks you over. "S-Sure, I guess."

To really tease her, you kick the skirt away, and slide your hands down your hips and legs. She steps closer, her lips quiver, and she starts move her hand as if she's going to do something, but chickens out and stops.

You take the initiative and hold her wrists, and guide her hands to cup around your ass. She instinctively squeezes.

"I have to admit something," she says quietly.

You also keep your voice down. "You can tell me anything."

"I had too much fun today."

"Hm?"

She removes her hands, and nervously places one over her groin. "I..."

You take her cheek in one of your hands. It's incredibly soft. "What is it, Leena?"

"To answer your question from earlier. I'm not wearing any."