He continued to hold her there for a moment as if sealing their contract. Then he turned away from her and looked around the room for a moment, considering. Then he started toward one of the toilet stalls, saying, “Come in here,” over his shoulder as he went.
She followed him into the gray metal cubicle and watched as he put down the toilet lid and sat on it.
“Close the door.”
She swung the door shut behind her and latched it, then turned to face him. This left her standing almost knee-to-knee with him, his face at the level of her navel.
For a long moment he simply sat there, hands resting on his thighs, looking up at her, his face unreadable. She was recovering from her shock and was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. How could he punish her in here? Strangely, she found herself wishing she’d worn something nicer than her gray jumper, white ribbed turtleneck sweater and penny loafers with white ankle-socks, though she had no idea why.
The silence continued. She didn’t know what to do with her hands.
More silence. When he finally spoke, she almost jumped.
“All right. Bend down and grab your skirt with both hands.
What in the world?
It doesn’t matter, she told herself–she had to do what he said. She slowly bent forward until she could grasp the hem of her skirt. She found herself looking at his knees.
Now what, she wondered. She soon found out.
“Now straighten up.”
She caught her breath. If she stood up straight, her skirt would come with it. Still, maybe not too high… She did as she’d been told.
She could feel, then see him watching her as she stood upright, his eyes on the rising curtain of her skirt. When she was fully upright her skirt was bunched almost at the tops of her thighs. Oh god, what if somebody came in?
His next words elevated her fear: “Keep going.”
Oh god, he wanted her to lift up her dress! She’d hardly even kissed a boy before, and he wanted…if they got caught… She started to shake her head and lower her skirt.
He was out of his seat in an instant, and stood face to face with her.
“Changing your mind?” he inquired mildly. “Fine. See you around…”
He made as if to reach for the door latch behind her. The threat was unspoken but obvious.
“No!” she gasped, putting a hand on his wrist to stop him. “I’ll do it…but…but…
“But what?”
“But what if somebody comes in, if they see us…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “They’ll think I’m…some little slut.”
He moved his face even closer, until their noses were almost touching. When he spoke, his voice was oddly gentle, as if he were sorry she was in such an uncomfortable situation.
“Nobody can see us in here.” His look became intense again. “Now make up your mind…are you going to do what I tell you or not?”
She couldn’t hold his gaze. She looked down, and spoke softly. “Do what you tell me.”
“Look at me.”
She raised her eyes to his.
“Even if it means being a little slut?”
She took a quick, gasping breath. “Y-yes.”
“Say it.”
“Even if it means…b-being…a little slut.” She swallowed the last words.
“I didn’t hear you. Are you a little slut?”
Her throat was dry. “Yes… I’m a little…ss-slut.” She couldn’t believe she was looking into a boy’s eyes and saying those words.
“Fine.” He released her and sat down again. Looking up at her he said, “Now. You won’t give me any more trouble, will you?
She was able to breathe again, but just barely. “No, I won’t.”
“Good. All right, we’ll start over.” He stared thoughtfully at her, then said, “I’ll make it easier for you this time. I want you to say, ‘Please, may I show you…my panties?'”
Panties. She felt her face turning red. Oh god, what could she do? Nothing. She had no choice. She looked down at her feet as she began, “Please…”
“Look at me.”
She raised her eyes to his. “Please, may I…sh-show you…my p-panties?”
“Yes, you may. Go ahead.”
Her face was still red as she again bent slowly forward and grasped her skirt hem in her hands. Once again she slowly straightened. When she was upright again, she hesitated for a moment, as if trying to think of some last-minute escape from the situation. Finding none, she continued to look at him as she raised her skirt a few more inches.
His gaze slowly moved down from her eyes to where her hands were holding up her skirt.
“Higher.”
She looked down and watched her hands, seemingly unbidden, continue to raise her skirt until the slim band of flesh between the bottom of her turtleneck and the top of her panties became visible. Her panties were thin white cotton, patterned with pink and blue flowers, much faded from repeated washings. They were trimmed with tiny bands of lace. Oh god, she was holding up her dress and letting a boy look at her panties. She was so ashamed.
“Stand with your legs apart.”
She did so and immediately felt her shame deepen, because now he could see the bulge between her legs. Maybe he could even make out the outline of her…oh god. How long would he make her stand there like this? She watched him as he stared at her panties, seeming to savor them as if they were something delicious.
At long last he looked up at her again. Maybe they were done, maybe she could go home and pretend this had all been just a bad dream…
“Turn around.”
She did so, still holding her skirt up.
“Bend down and touch your toes. Feet apart.”
Again she bent forward, until her face was at the level of her knees, and reached down to touch the tips of her shoes. To do that she had had to let go of her skirt, so at least she was covered again, even if her behind was practically in his face.
Her relief was short-lived, however, when she felt her skirt being lifted from behind and raised over her hips. She felt the clammy air of the bathroom on the backs of her legs. He was lifting up her dress! She almost let go and straightened up, but caught herself. There was nothing she could do.
Oh god, now her behind really was almost in his face, not to mention her… Oh god, now he could see it for sure!
She was distracted from her thoughts by a delicate, moth-like touch on the back of her right knee, moving in slow circles. This was joined by another…and then two more. Four little moths, first moving gently down her calf, then slowly back up to her knee. Slowly circling down…then back up, a little higher this time. Down a little…then slowly…a little higher.
They actually felt very nice, these little moths, even if the position she was in wasn’t very comfortable. But they were getting very close to the edge of her panties! Oh god, they were there! First they traced the lace edge around her hip toward the front of her thigh, then slowly began to drift back. Oh god, they were slipping under the elastic–they were under her panties!
She desperately wanted to move, or to at least cry out to stop, but she didn’t dare, as they traced their way over the lower part of her behind, getting closer and closer to her… He was going to touch her there! Her breath was practically gasping as he…stopped.
His fingers slipped out from under her panties–thank god! They hesitated for a moment, then slowly continued on, up onto her behind. Then she felt his whole hand there, warm, lazily fondling first one mound, then the other, as if smoothing out wrinkles in her panties. She felt a small electric shock as one finger drifted into the valley between her cheeks and pressed there momentarily.