She'll be a good secretary

"Argh, I can't... stay like this all day. How will study? Or eat?!" - Erica whines, smelling her hands and grimacing.

"That you do. And that's ok. When you exercise, you stink. When you have sex, you stink. When you get pee on you, you stink. It's just how life is sometimes..." - I tell her, smirking.

"Yeah, no. I know. It's just... gross... I smell like a public toilet..."

"Sweetie, c'mon. I'm doing this to toughen you up, not to bring you down. You just had some drops get on you, don't exaggerate. It doesn't do anyone good. This weekend is all about becoming your own girl, taking control, right? So, life gave you lemons. - Pee lemons. - What will you do about it? Roll with the punches or focus on doing the job you came to do? Both ways work and will help you grow. Moping and feeling sorry for yourself won't."

Looking tiny in my The Cramps t-shirt, Erica's listening attentively to my words now. She remains quiet for a few more seconds, fiddling with the fabric of the t-shirt.

"You're right. I came here for a reason..." - She lets out. - "...to earn points."

"That's right."

"And I can't be a good secretary covered in pee, reeking and smearing stuff around the house with these hands."

"Makes sense. So does that mean you'll be..."

"Helping you, yes." - She finishes my sentence, with a determined tone. - "So what should I... how does it work?"

Happy to hear her resolve, I step onto the bathtub.

"Now there's the obstinate Erica of yesterday... welcome back! So, as you know, I'm in dire need of a shower. And you're gonna be a good girl and help me, yes?" - I inquire, waving her in. Erica grabs my hand and climbs inside. She watches me close the curtain behind her, then turns around to face me. - "But let's keep in mind: this is a shower... so we won't be needing this..."

Grabbing the edge of her t-shirt, I begin lifting it up, looking straight into her gorgeous Caribbean-blue eyes. With a serious stare, Erica compliantly lifts her arms, allowing me to slide it all the way up and off her. I bunch it up with my hands and throw it above the curtain. That little display of obedience and drive is enough to get the attention of my cock, now rapidly rising. Well, that and the delicious teenage tits that are staring at me. Gladly, Erica hadn't bothered to put her bar back on to my delight. She does start breathing heavy at that point, but makes no attempt to stop me when I reach for them and give them a nice squeeze. Dragging my hands across her stomach, I squat in front of her.

"Or these..." - But as I grab the waistband edges of her panties, Erica grabs my hands.

"No, Mr. Archer." - She shyly mumbles, looking away.

"No, what, sweetie? What's wrong?"

"No, I... I can shower in these... it's ok."

"Don't be silly. Why would you shower in these?"

"I just... it doesn't matter, ok? It's fine, I don't mind wetting them, ok?" - She asks in a worried tone, still doing everything she can not to face me.

"No. It's not ok, actually. What's going on, Miss O'Keefe?" - Hopefully the formality of her last name will bring her back

It doesn't. In fact, it has the opposite effect. Erica suddenly turns her back to me and crosses her arms. I can't understand what's up. Just a few hours ago, this same girl was spreading her ass cheeks for me and cumming in my mouth. Now she won't even look at me? Keeping my cool, I stand up once again and hug Erica from behind, wrapping my big hands around her waist. I pull her closer and rest my head on her shoulder.

"Erica, sweetie. Did something happen? What's going on with you today?" - Using my friendliest possible tone, I try to get some answers out of her.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. I just... I just want to keep them on, ok?" - Even though we're that close, Erica's head is turned as far away from mine as she can in that position.

"Hey, hey. Remember what I said? Back at school?" - With my left hand I carefully guide her face towards mine. - "You're safe here. You know you're always safe here, right?"

With her eyes closed, Erica's not fighting but also not reacting to me.

"Always. No matter what the issue is, you can always talk to me. You can trust me. Just tell me what's happening." - Patiently, I'm able to slowly turn Erica back around. She stares at the ceiling in yet another attempt to not look me in the eyes.

"Hey, I'm right here. What is it, darling?" - Taking a hold of her head, I'm finally able to direct he gaze at me. - "C'mon, it'll be ok."

"Pff, it's just... it's nothing..."

"Are you ashamed for last night, baby?"

"What? No! I mean, yeah.. kind of... but..."

"You know you did nothing wrong right? We were just having some fun."

"No, er... yeah, sure."

"You seemed to be really enjoying yourself..." - I add, caressing her cheek. - "Twice even..."

Erica's eye suddenly widen in disbelief. She covers her face with both hands and tries to turn away from me again. But I hold her still.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. It's alright, Erica. No one's in trouble here, ok?"

Erica's face is as red as a tomato and she keep trying to turn away.

"Oi, calm down. Erica, look at me. Look at me." - I order, firmly grabbing her hands and dragging them away.

"I don't know what came over me, Mr. Archer. I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't mean to what? Masturbate naked on my couch?"

"Oh my gooood" - Erica tries to cover her face again, but this time I hold her wrists by her side.

"Erica... deep breaths. Deep breaths. There's nothing to apologize for, ok? So, what if you masturbated on my couch? Hell, I helped you, didn't I? It's okay, it's all okay..."

Squinting her eyes, Erica finally looks at me, sort of.

"You promise? I swear I don't know what..."

"I promise. And what happened was that we had such a great time last night that you had to unwind yourself afterwards... nothing weird about it." - I give her another hug. My cock is already stiff and I can feel it squeezing between our stomachs. - "It happens all the time to me, too."

"It does? So it's not... I'm not like... a freak?" - Wrapping her arms around me, the girl squeezes me tightly.

"A freak?! For cumming twice in a row? Don't be silly. If anything, you're lucky! I wish I could do the same, trust me. But for us guys... it takes a while. If I could, though..."

Lifting her head from my chest, Erica looks me in the eyes. - "Really? So it's not... weird? I fell asleep so fast afterwards..."

"Exactly. There's nothing weird about it. It happens to me all the time..."

"Does it?"

"Yes. Just the other day. You know, after you and Alice came by?"

"You also had to..."

"Oh, I NEEDED to. Think I could focus after that? Bottom line is, you don't have to be ashamed of any of it, ok? I'm glad you felt that way and glad I could help you... unwind." - With a tap on her ass, I break our hug. - "Are you feeling better now, sweetie?"

With a cute nod, Erica also throws in a smile.

"Good girl for opening up. But now, we have some work to do, don't we?"

As I reach for Erica's panties, she again holds my hands, leaving me dumbfounded.

"Sorry, Mr. Archer. It's just... I had to pee earlier and..."

"So did, but you're not seeing me wearing underwear in the shower, are you?"

"Hahah, no! It's not that, silly. I just... after last night they got... very dirty."

"Ooooh, so THAT'S that issue, now, huh?"

"Sort of... they're all white... and I'm all..."

"I bet they are. And I bet you are... you were a wet mess last night..."

"Stop it, Mr. Archer! Omg, I told you, I..."

"Was having fun. You were having fun, I know. I was there, remember?" - I tell her, smirking. - "But then there's no real issue. You got wet, your panties got dirty, and so did you. C'est la vie! But if it's bothering you so much we should..."