Reasonably sure my cheeks were on fire, I just shoved the rest of the pile under my bed, too, and got changed. Underwear first — though, of course, the bra was a bit big for me, so I just left it out. Stockings next — they went up to my thighs — then the garterbelt, which was tricky to attach properly, and forced me to peruse the instruction sheet that came with the set.
After that I slid the babydoll on, and I was just starting to do up the skirt when the bathroom door opened. I glanced up and froze.
Lisa was standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing a pair of white knee-high socks and a criminally short red-and-black checkered skirt that left the supple curves of her legs on open display. The kind where if she bent too far in any direction, her panties would be visible to the world. My heart leapt into my throat again, and I felt a flush warm my face. I tore my gaze upwards.
She also sported a white top that was tied in a knot between her breasts, and left plenty of space below to show off her modest abdominals. There was a triangular cleft cut in the collar, showing off the edges of her red brassiere, and the cleavage it supported. The shirt wasn't entirely opaque, either, and I could see the rest of the bra beneath it — equally as lacy as the bra that I... was not wearing. My hands rose unbidden to cover my chest, and I forced myself to look up again, at her face.
Her hair was done up in pigtails, with little red ribbons adorning either side. Her cheeks were flushed red beneath her freckles, much as I imagined my own cheeks were — though it was hard to tell with the dim lighting my lamp offered. And she was staring at me.
I met her eyes. They were very green. And very pretty. My heart was pounding so hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if sweat had been beading on my brow.
I don't quite know how long we stared at each other, but the silence was eventually broken when she cleared her throat and looked away.
"Uh," she said, inspecting the ceiling. "You, uh... you look, uh, really good... in that. The, uh, sexy teacher thing s-suits you."
I hadn't thought I could blush any more than I already was. "T-thanks," I said. "T-that one looks good on you, too. Is it, uh..."
"Sexy schoolgirl, yeah," she said. "It k-kinda looks like the Immaculata uniform, doesn't it? Y'know, m-minus the jacket. And the, uh, modesty."
I giggled again, and Lisa gave a lopsided smile.
"O-oh!" she said, eyes widening and snapping toward me. "Fashion show! Right."
"Uh, I w-wasn't actually done," I said. "Getting dressed, I mean. The bra that came with mine didn't fit — " I saw her gaze flick down toward my chest for a moment " — and I — "
"That's fine!" Lisa blurted. She blinked, then frowned. "I mean, uh, I — I'll go first. Then y-you can go in there — " a vague gesture toward the bathroom " — and finish up." She bit her lip. "I-if that's... okay... with you."
I looked down at my knees and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I didn't know why they were acting up, but... "S-sure."
"O-okay. Um, one sec."
I heard the door close, and looked up just as it opened again. This time, Lisa stepped out with a confident sway to her hips. She sashayed around in a little circuit around my room, hands on her hips, then stopped in front of me and struck a pose: her hips jutted out to one side while the rest of her body leaned in the opposite direction, one hand on her hip, the other sliding up her body to her chin, where she put one finger to the corner of her mouth and bit her lip. Stereotypically sexy.
I blinked. "Uh, v-very nice."
She blushed and dropped the pose. "I'm not very good at this, am I?"
"What?" I said, frowning. "No! I liked it, really."
Lisa bit her lip again, this time more nervous than sexy. "Um... do you want me to try a different one?" I nodded. "Okay. Um... tell me if it's sexy, yeah?" I nodded again, and she smiled.
She spun around on one foot, and brought her hands up to her hair. She pulled the ribbons out, both at once, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders like it did when she was in costume as Tattletale, then shook her head like she was in a mosh pit. She wiggled a bit and ran her hands through her hair, messing it up in a sultry fashion. Then she pressed her chest up against the wall and stuck her butt out, looking over her shoulder at me and biting her lip again in a way that screamed sex.
I sat there, staring at her, scanning her body up and down. Lisa looked at me expectantly.
"Oh, right," I said. "Uh, that one was good. Very sexy."
She grinned, and did another pose, this one with her hair raked back into a semblance of order, and both hands holding out the hem of her skirt, as if she were curtsying. Of course, with a skirt that short, a curtsey was basically flashing. Her panties weren't quite visible from where I was sitting, but they probably would have been if I wasn't so tall.
"T-that one's good too," I said. "I think the second one was best, though. I like the messy hair."
Lisa didn't seem to hear me. She certainly didn't respond, or give any sign of acknowledgement.
"Uh, Lisa?"
Her eyes snapped up from the floor to my face, and she swallowed visibly, then glanced back at my feet. I looked down to see what had her so distracted, and froze, my breath catching in my throat. The plastic, uh... male appendage from the slutty teacher bag had rolled out from under my bed, now lying in plain view. And Lisa was staring at it.
My blush deepened. "Uh, that's, uh, that was in my bag," I said, then immediately winced. That made it sound like I carried it around everywhere! "The bag from the costume store, I mean. I t-think it was on one of the shelves I cleared." I bent down and pushed it back under my bed. "D-don't worry about it."
As soon as it was out of sight, Lisa turned her eyes up to my face again, staring at me intently. "Um, right. A-anyway, w-what did you think of that pose?"
"Uh, I t-told you already. It was good. But n-not as good as the second one."
"Oh, sorry," she said. "Um, why wasn't it as good?"
I blushed. "I, uh, I really liked the messy hair thing. I don't know why."
Lisa blinked. "You liked that?" she said. "O-okay. Um, can I try something else?" I nodded, and she stepped up close to me, her bare stomach near enough to touch. She ran her hands through her hair, messing it up again, then slid her hands down her body slowly as she started gyrating her hips in long, slow motions. Her hands crawled down her sides, slowing at her chest to press her breasts together.
She altered her circular movements so that her chest was right in my face, her breasts pressed together in such a way that made her cleavage grab the attention. She breathed deeply and slowly, her breasts rising and becoming even more prominent as she did so, then exhaled at the same speed, causing her breasts to fall again. Her gyrating continued, and one hand wandered up to her hair, twisting and tossing it as she turned her head, eyes closed, while the other rubbed and caressed her breasts over her clothes.
"Sexy?" she asked, and I realised that not only had I been staring, but I'd forgotten to breathe. I nodded numbly, breathing in, glancing up at her. Her eyes were open now, locked on my face, and she smiled. "How sexy?"
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "V-very." My voice was husky.
Her smile grew. "Good." She continued her spiralling hip movements, turning around and thrusting her butt right up into my face. I saw her shiver, just barely, as my breath brushed against the small of her back. She crouched lower, her legs spreading wide, hands on her knees, and twisted and wiggled, grinding her butt into my lap.
My breath caught again, and I couldn't help but groan. She was sexy, I realised. And I... I think I was getting turned on. Maybe she was, too? I could only hope.
I saw her look over her shoulder at me, a smirk playing about her lips as she ground her butt into my lap again. "Like that?" she breathed, a sultry whisper. I nodded distractedly. "How about this?" I could hear her grin in her voice.
She stopped grinding into me and stood, then started gyrating her hips again. She hooked her fingers in the waist of her skirt and tugged it down on one side, just a fraction. A twist of her hips and a short bout of wiggling later, she tugged it down a little more. I couldn't seem to draw my attention away. My eyes were glued to her behind.
Another slow gyration, quickening when her hips neared me and slowing when they pulled away, and a sudden sharp pain told me I'd been biting my lip. She tugged her skirt down again, and I spotted a slim red band stretching across her waist. I breathed in sharply through my teeth. T-that was part of her p-panties. It had to be.
Another turn and wiggle, the dim light from my lamp casting tiny, soft shadows across the barely perceivable muscles of her arms and legs, shifting, undulating and rippling subtly every time she moved. Another tug; more revealed. Her panties hugged her butt tightly, curving inward from the moment they left the waistline. Another spiralling wiggle, another tiny tug. Belatedly, I noticed my breathing was shaky, now. Had been for a while. I felt a warm pleasure begin to build up in my stomach.
Then Lisa began a slow, agonizing twist; her hips gyrating in a long, slow circle as she bent over, her thumbs all the while pulling her skirt down at a matching speed. It tore a moan from my throat. Bending almost horizontal and spreading her legs just a fraction, she thrust her butt toward me as she reached the peak of her turn, and her fingers yanked her skirt all the way off. My eyes followed it as it slid down her legs, stopping halfway down her thighs. I jerked my gaze back up to her ass.
She was wearing a thong.
Something inside me broke.
"Lisa." The name escaped my lips: a breathy whimper, my voice even shakier than before. "P-please."
She turned — slowly — and stared at me. She took a hesitant step, then another, then sat on my knees and slid her arms loosely around my neck. I shivered at the touch of her skin, and I felt her shiver, too. My eyes were glued to her chest — more specifically, her breasts, still held by her shirt and lacy red brassiere, rising and falling as she breathed deep breaths. It was... mesmerising. Tantalizing.
She shifted a little, and my gaze slid down to her taut, perfect stomach, and her hips. Her thong covered her... her p-pussy... but only just. A tiny tuft of blonde hair poked out of the waistline. I wanted to... I wasn't sure. I wanted to see it. Properly, without anything in the way, but... what then? Only then did I realise I'd had a hand in my own panties, rubbing myself weakly, fingering my wetness — even now, with the object of my desire sitting on my lap. I withdrew it quickly.
I heard her gulp. "Please what?" she breathed, right into my ear. I shivered again, and tore my eyes away from her body. She had pulled back a ways, and she was staring at me again, her eyes so huge and so close and so green and so... intent. I met her gaze with my own, and this time I saw her gulp, saw her nibble her lower lip with her teeth, saw her breathe.
"P-please," I whimpered again. I wanted to say something else. Anything else. But I didn't seem able to. When I opened my mouth, only that one word came out. I raised my hands to her cheeks. My arms were shaking. A lot. I caressed her face with my thumbs, leaving a barely noticeable track of my secretions on her cheek. She turned into my hands, almost nuzzling them, the way she'd nuzzled my head earlier in the night.
I stared into her eyes. She stared back.
"P-please w-what?"
I kissed her.
I didn't know what I was doing, but I did it anyway. Closing my eyes, I ran one hand into her hair, gripping the back of her head as loosely as I could manage in my current, admittedly less-than-rational state. My other hand slid down her body, pausing only to squeeze her breast for a moment, then continuing down to snake around her butt and grip it tight.
I pulled her into me fast, and felt her hands do to my body what mine were doing to hers. I moaned into her mouth as she brushed my nipples through the babydoll. Her tongue slid between my lips, and I sent mine to reciprocate. We probably weren't very good kissers — not compared to people with actual experience — but fuck. That didn't matter at all. Not when it felt this fucking good!
Our tongues entwined in our mouths, twisting and probing sensually. Her taste was sweet and sour both at once, with a hint of vodka permeating it all. I felt her breath against my cheek. Felt our noses and chins bump into one another as we twisted our heads. Felt her hands run rampant across my back, caressing and rubbing my body frantically, aimlessly, wonderfully. She bucked her hips forward to meet mine. My hands tightened their grips on her ass and neck. I heard her moan, and felt it on my lips. It did something to me.
I felt her fingers curl and dig into my back, almost painfully, as her hands shook. Her tongue curled within my mouth. I realised my fingers and my tongue were doing the same thing.
Then we pulled apart — with a sharp intake of breath on both sides. Lisa's lips were slightly parted, her jaw twitching every few moments, her chest heaving with the fast, short breaths that would not be out of place on a girl who had just run a mile. My hands were still shaking where they gripped her body — one hand dropped from her head to her shoulder when we pulled apart. I was breathing just as hard as she was. And I felt her hands shaking, too, from their places on my hips.
A thin strand of spit stretched between our open lips, translucent and wobbly. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, deep red.
I barely noticed any of it.
My eyes were locked on Lisa's, just as hers were locked on mine. Those glorious, wonderful eyes, so impossible in their beauty, their vibrancy, their perfection.
I wanted to stare into them forever. I wanted to pull her close and kiss her again; harder, and for longer. I wanted to tear the clothes from her body and give it the worship it so richly deserved. I wanted to push her down and make her mine. I wanted so many things.
And I didn't know what to do.
The adrenaline drained, just enough for my mind to catch up. Was I meant to say something? This... this was a big moment. Our relationship would never be the same, after this. Would it? I didn't know. It terrified me. And apparently, I liked girls. And so did Lisa. Put a whole different spin on everything I'd ever felt around her. Or any other girl, for that matter. When did — no. Focus. I needed to say something. Right? I was probably meant to say something. I opened my mouth. "I — "
She shot forward and mashed her lips against mine, shutting me up with her tongue in my mouth. I squeaked, not by will, and fell backwards onto my bed, Lisa following me down until she was sitting on my stomach and bent over my chest. Her hands gripped the sides of my head as her tongue explored every nook and cranny of my mouth, dominating my tonsils, overwhelming me with her taste. She held me still as she pressed her body against mine, her breasts rubbing against my painfully stiff nipples, the tied knot of her shirt scratching against my ribs where the babydoll split, the bones of her hips bumping and grinding against my own.
