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Chapter 3: Caught

I tried to say her name, but nothing came out except a mangled croak.

"So," she said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. "Does that feel as nice as it looks?"

I stared at her with wide eyes. I was completely frozen, my cock wilting beneath the pink panties.

"What's the matter?" she said, still smiling, leaning forwards slightly. "Not expecting me?"

"No," I managed to squeak.

She doesn't seem angry. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

"I almost felt bad doing this," she said, finally stepping into the room and shoving the door closed with her heel. The thud was hollow, and I realized she must be wearing heels. "But the way you look at me… It was just too easy."

Confusion crept into the margins of the pure terror I felt. It must have registered on my face.

"I didn't have anywhere to go today," she continued, walking to the bed. Her feet thudded against the floor, and I realized she wasn't wearing heels. She was wearing boots.

I cast a frantic glance at her. Her white blouse was sheer enough that I could make out the black bra she wore beneath. A flicker of lace peeked out behind the unbuttoned front. The blouse was tucked into a tight, tiny plaid skirt, from which emerged her legs. There was a strip of fishnet stockings between the skirt and the glistening patent leather of the thigh-high boots she was wearing.

In any other context, it would have been an over-the-top-sexy outfit. But now?

Please, for the love of everything, I thought frantically. Do not get hard. But the panties were already shifting as my cock grew in response to Juliet and her outfit. It was almost enough to make me forget what she had just said.

Wait. She didn't have to go anywhere? Does that mean —

"You set this up?" I choked out.

Her grin broadened in response. She sat on the bed next to me, boots squeaking softly.

"With the way you stare at me, I knew it was only a matter of time before this happened," she said, fingers brushing at the silk of the nightgown. It slid across my skin and sent horrible, wonderful arousal coursing through me. She was so close to me dressed like this. All she had to do was reach out and —

No. I scolded myself. Now is not the time.

Something was strange about this. She should be angry. But if anything, she seemed happy to find me dressed in her clothes and stroking myself with her panties. Like this wasn't a violation. Like it was something she wanted.

"That's very pretty," she said, running her hand over the lace cuff. My fingers twitched in response. "But I have to be honest with you, Colby."

I looked up at her with wide eyes, waiting for the rage.

"I don't think it suits you."

My brow furrowed. That was the problem? That the nightgown wasn't — it wasn't, what, not my color?

"Would you like to put on something that does?"

I finally found my voice. "What?"

That's the best I can do?

She shrugged. "You don't have to if you don't want to. You can go back to your computer and continue your little nighttime fantasy sessions."

My chest tightened as her eyes flashed. Her hand shot out and grabbed mine.

"Or you can make it real."

Suddenly, she was on top of me, her hands pinning mine above my head. Her hair had fallen out of her bun and brushed across my forehead as she kissed me hard and aggressively. Her tongue dove into my mouth, her lips gliding across mine. Shock turned into arousal as I kissed her back. There was no doubt about who was in control.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, her face hovering above mine, both of us breathing fast and hard. "Do you want to dress up for me?"

"Yes," I breathed. "No. Juliet —"

"Make up your mind," she said sharply, eyes widening. "Or I'll make it up for you."

"You want me to — to what?"

"To do exactly what I know you want to do," she said. "Put on panties. And stockings. A dress. To put on pretty clothes, and then let me use you exactly the way you want to be used."

My cock twitched beneath its satin shroud. That's not what I want.

But if it meant I got to be with Juliet — after all these months of her prancing around the apartment in her skimpy outfits, teasing me and pretending like that was a totally normal thing for a roommate to do. If putting on something like that was what it took to finally deal with my frustration?

Do it so you can fuck her.

"Okay," I said, my voice catching in my throat. "I — I'll do it."

The grin returned and she leaned down to kiss me, pushing my hands across the bed and over my head. Her boots creaked as she rolled over and straddled my chest. My panty-covered cock tucked up, underneath the back of her skirt. The tip brushed against her ass and made my heart begin to thunder.

I was finally going to see it.

I moved my hands to grab it as she kissed me, but she held them firmly in place. I tried to roll over, to buck her off me so I could be in control, but she squeezed her legs together and stayed firmly on top of me. I tried again, using more of my strength — this wasn't playful, now. But somehow she was stronger than me. I was pinned beneath her.

"Don't move," she whispered, her tone more like a growl. "You're mine now. I'll use you the way I want."

She released my hands and I held them obediently in place, staring at her with wide eyes. Her lips pulled back into a fang-filled grin. The flash of white sent a chill down my back and out through my legs. My cock twitched in the satin.

And then she grabbed it.

My yelp of surprise melted into a loud groan of pleasure. Shock and fantasy collided as she began to quickly stroke me through the panties. It was almost aggressive, her movements fast and wild. The pleasure was intense, but the knowledge of what was about to happen was overwhelming. Months spent imagining kissing her, of seeing her naked, of finally getting to be with her — it was all happening.

"I know just the thing for you," she murmured, holding herself above me with one hand while she pumped my cock with the other. "Pink and frilly, just like I know you need. Or maybe the pretty blue one?"

"Whatever you want," I moaned, fireworks exploding in my brain. I'd almost managed to forget she wanted me to put on a dress.

Anything if it means I can be with her.

"Oh, Colby, honey," she giggled. "You and I both know it's not just what I want."

My stomach clenched, but I didn't argue.

"Now let's get you dressed," she said, the grin widening. "Time to pick out your first sissy dress."