The tension is as thicc as Lauren

Lauren's face turned pale as she felt Dennis continue to clumsily grope her small (yet lovely!) breasts. Her fear of getting uncovered as a phony meant that no one had ever actually touched her before (other than herself, during her many lonely nights at home), and the thought of Dennis... this... this micropenis loser being the one to do it first... it...

Lauren just stood there like a deer in headlights as this chunky idiot's calloused hands continued to grope her. She wanted to scream or shout or slap him or even just tell him off, but her super-sensitive, eager little nipples had always been her weak spot (well, one of many, really), and despite her self and her longstanding contempt for this man...

A moan escaped the bitchy babe's lips as her eyelids drooped and the pleasurable sensations coursed through her body like electricity.

Despite their long history, and each other's general ineptitude at intimacy and physical relationships, Dennis was making Lauren feel good. Really good. And he was just touching her tits!

"L-Lauren?" Dennis meakly mumbled as his bully's cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal.

The sound of his voice was enough to shake her from her stupor.

She shook her head, making her long, black hair fly about freely and struggled to take a step back in her flimsy, uncomfortable 'outfit'.

"H-how d-dare y-ou!" Her voice cracked as her knees knocked and her clumsy movements caused the poorly-tied sleeves of the jumpsuit to shake loose.

"I'm sorry!" Dennis instinctively replied as he finally took his hands away.

Lauren crossed her arms over her little chest protectively, as the sleeves she had tried to use a belt fluttered free. Her face was now red as a tomato, and her crotch was... surprisingly wet, not that either acknowledged or noticed it.

Dennis' cock was also painfully stiff now too, although no one would have noticed, if not for the small wet spot on his undies.

"You... you touched me!" Lauren stated once again, still in shock.

Dennis was about to continue his pathetic, profuse apologies when they each heard another voice.

"Is this where all that screaming was coming from?" Said a woman's voice.

"It has to be," said another, this one male.

The two under-dressed losers looked at each other.

Someone had found them!