>>1621582“So what did you want to talk about in my room?” my friend asked. “Is it that demerit I gave you? You know you deserved it, right?”
“I know,” I replied. “I was thinking that maybe I could change your mind. You know, like if I can convince you that I was sufficiently sorry, maybe you could remove it?”
“I don’t see how,” she said, as I unhooked her skirt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as her first garment hit the ground. I could now get a clear view of the tops of her stockings as well as the outline of her lower lips through her exposed panties.
“I’m really sorry, you see, and I’d like to make it up to you and the public morals committee,” I explained, as I began unbuttoning her blouse. It had always been easy for anyone to tell that she wore nothing underneath – no bra, no undershirt, nothing.
“You know, it’s quite an irony that they’d allow you to go braless on the public morals committee when they wouldn’t allow it with the rest of the student body.”
She didn’t say anything for a while, but her breathing had been speeding up. “You can get a waiver if you tell them it’s for health reasons.”
I pushed her back on her bed, which elicited a startled scream.
I reached over her and grabbed her panties, pulling them down.
She looked nervous as I leaned down to kiss her. Her body quivered as it received kisses along its whole length, with special attention paid where it elicited the greatest reaction.
Just then, we both heard a car door slam shut. Her parents were home, and we had to put on our goody two shoes act. I stopped and got up, to which she strongly protested.
“No, wait! Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
I had never known her to be this bold or lascivious, but it was clear her brain was receiving orders from her groin.
“-But your parents,” I tried to point out.
“Don’t stop. If you do, I’m giving you two demerits.”
