“I wish you’d said something.” She grinned and prodded my shoulder. “If you’d acted like the rest of us and gotten an undercut you probably would have gotten that date first!”
I laughed, “Wouldn’t have done me much good, I didn’t have much in the way of warning.” At her confused look, I slipped closer to her and leaned against her shoulder. “I only figured it out a few minutes ago. When I realized that I was going to help you with your painting.”
She nodded, then stopped. She looked at me, and her face lit up. It was amazing, the way each emotion hit her individually. It made her look very kissable. “You will?! You really-”
I interrupted her with my lips on hers, stopping her from asking me to confirm my consent a dozen times. “I’m sure, Mary. But…”
I wasn’t sure how to ask for what I wanted, but by the way her eyes changed, I think she got the idea. “But someone’s going to have to walk you through it, huh? You’re too shy to just lay back and go to town for me, Yur? You need to be told what a good girl you are, and how you’re giving me a wonderful gift by letting me immortalize your most personal pastime?”
The effect was immediate, my legs tightening against each other as my heart began to pound. I swear my eyes must have dilated from the sudden rush of endorphins. “Yeah. That.”
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Yuri?” Mary pushed gently on my shoulders, lowering me to the floor.
“Yes.” I squeaked, letting her put me where she wanted me.
She leaned in close, her lips grazing my ear before she whispered, “Do you want me to help?”
I whimpered. I sounded pathetically desperate even to myself. “Please.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please…” I was at war with my own mind, so many things flashing through my mind that I was lost in the maelstrom. Mary saw me waver, and she remembered what I’d asked her for at the beginning of all this.
“Do you want me to kiss you? I want to hear you say it.” She put her thumb on my lips, pulling the bottom lip down until it popped back into place. “Can you do that for me, cutie? Can you beg?”
Her words went straight down my spine, shot through my pussy, and leaked out into my panties. “Please, Mary. Please kiss me. I want to taste you this time.”
It was her turn to shiver, and the intensity of her gaze matched my own. Wordlessly, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. She didn’t wait for my mouth to open, flicking her tongue across my lips and making me moan into her. Once she was given access she took her time to explore my mouth with her tongue, doing as she wished.
It was easily the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.
I knew that I was dissolving into a moaning, whimpering mess as she ran her fingers through my hair and down my arms. She encouraged me to wrap my arms around her neck, giving her hand access to my side. When she finally pulled away, leaving the tastes of cherry and graphite on my lips, her little smirk threatened to remove all coherent thought I had left.
I felt almost dizzy, like I’d forgotten to breathe. Honestly I might have done just that. Regardless, she caught my gaze with hers and the steady weight of it helped center me. I felt myself relax, the most I’d opened my email to a surprise this morning.
“Are you ready to show off for me, Yur?” She trailed a finger down my chest, from my collarbone to my navel. “I’m so excited to see you on display for me, all needy and touching yourself. Can you do that for me?”
“I, uh-” Talking has no right being this hard. “I think so.”
“Good girl. I’m going to grab my sketchbook.” She leaned in close to gently kiss my cheek and whisper in my ear. “Take your panties off for me.”
She pulled away and stood up. I must have made some wordless sound of complaint, because she flashed a look over her shoulder at me. The way she was looking down at me again, combined with the thought that I was about to be completely naked while she did her best to record it onto paper, made me shudder with anticipation. It started in my neck and traveled down my spine before sinking into my gut and making my whole system quiver. When she looked away again, I reached to my hips with shaking hands, hooking my thumbs into my panties and tugging on them.
But I didn’t pull them off. I knew, consciously, that I didn’t have anything to be scared of. That I was safe. Hell, I wanted this. I wanted her to see me like this, to look at me with that little mocking smirk and tell me I was doing a good job.
My hands, clearly, were not on the same page as the rest of me. They refused to do more than tug gently on the waistband of my panties. I whimpered softly, helplessly. Instantly, she was looking at me again, concern clear on her face. Before she could ask me what I knew she was thinking, putting voice to her own insecurities and finding out if my voice was as traitorous as my hands, I caught her eyes and tugged meaningfully on the elastic in my fingers. “Help?”
Immediately, the fear left her expression. She bent to retrieve her sketchbook (giving me a lovely view), then turned and cocked her hips, placing a fist on one and raising an eyebrow at me. “Really? I leave for a second, and you’re already helpless?” My only response was to whimper and squirm. She rolled her eyes dramatically and came back to kneel next to me and replace my hands with her own. “You want me to take these off of you, Yuri?”
I nodded slightly, but she didn’t move. Clearly, silent consent wasn’t good enough for her. That, or she knew it would be more embarrassing if she made me say it. “Yes… uh, please.” Still no movement, just a silent look of encouragement. “Please take off my panties for me.” My voice was less ‘cute begging’ and more ‘pitiful whining’, but at least the right words came out. Little victories.
She didn’t keep me waiting any longer, slowly pulling the damp fabric down my legs. When both ankles were free from the confines, she examined the cloth in her hands to find that the cloth wasn’t so much damp as it was absolutely fucking soaked. I was immediately mortified, much to her delight. “Wow, you must have really liked that kiss. Or was it the part where I drew you in all sorts of sexy poses?” I hoped the questions were rhetorical, because I couldn’t think of a way to say ‘all of the above’. Fortunately, she continued. Unfortunately, she had an evil tilt to her smile while she did. “You know, if I wasn’t being generous, I might assume that you wanted me to have these, asking me to peel them off you like that. But I’d hate to break up a matching… set…”
As she trailed off, she was staring at me. At my face which, as I came to realize, was wide eyed and… nodding? Pardon? I opened my mouth to say, well, anything to dissuade that notion, but looking at the wet fabric in her hands, thinking about going home without them and knowing that she had something tangible to prove this had happened- I felt that deep shiver again, that quivering in my abdomen. “I can replace them.”
She didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, looking from me to the wet fabric and back again a few times while she processed that. Then, with a shrug, she tucked their edge into the chest pocket of her overalls and let them hang there on display. A little reminder. “We can talk about ownership when we’re all done, alright? You have something more important to be doing.” She tapped the knee closest to herself with the tip of one finger. “Show me where all that wet came from.”