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Chapter 4: Caught With… Rewards

I froze, my shaft still swathed in silk and lace. I couldn't turn around to face her, couldn't bear to make eye contact with her. How could I explain this? There was no explanation except the truth, and the truth was too shameful to say.

"Henry?" she asked again.

I swallowed hard, but my throat was dry. My words caught there.

What am I supposed to say?

"Faith! I — I —" I stammered, brain devoid of words.

Hi Faith! I was just fantasizing about you giving me a handjob through one of these vintage style nightgowns! I'm so horny just seeing them that I had to go play with myself the instant I had a chance! Sorry! I hope you're not mad!

I turned slowly around, feeling like my feet were in mud. My pants were still around my ankles so I had to shuffle awkwardly in a little circle. Despite the surprise, my cock was still rock-hard. I pulled the nightgown to my chest, hoping that she might not realize the exact nature of my activities.

Faith was silent for a long, agonizing moment. I stared at her feet. Once, I attempted to lift my head and make eye contact, but my eyes stalled at her waist and I let my head drop back down. The floor was safer to look at.

"I know boys don't wear things like this," Faith said slowly, her tone level and calm. "But I don't think they're supposed to go on that part of your body."

Laughter forced its way out of me despite my embarrassment. My shoulders bounced up and I let out a choked, hacking sound. I glanced up at her chest and managed to catch a glimpse of her face out of the corner of my eye. There was no trace of rage there, no disgust.

"Sorry," I managed.

"Well, it's never too late to learn," she said, and her voice was almost cheerful.

I felt nervous energy vibrate its way through my body and out to my toes. What exactly is she saying?

Finally I had the strength to meet her gaze. Her face was open, eyebrows raised. In curiosity? Surprise? She didn't look angry. If anything, she looked pleased.

"To learn… What?" I asked slowly. A blade of anxiety sliced its way through me. I couldn't tell if I was afraid of being caught or what I thought she was offering.

She flashed me a grin. "If you like them so much, you can wear them. All you have to do is ask."

I blinked and stared at her, eyes wide. My cock twitched in my silk-covered hand.

"All… I… have to… do… is… ask? " I repeated, my mouth slow and dumb.

"Yes," she repeated, mimicking my tone and bouncing from side to side with each word. "You — can — wear — a — nightie — if — you — want."

Her gaze slid down to the pink and white confection I had stuffed myself into. "But typically, it goes on your body, not on your — well."

"I — I can't wear one of these," I objected.

"Why, because you're a boy?" she said with an eye roll.

"Well, yeah, Faith! These are for —"

"They're for anyone who enjoys them," she said flatly, reaching down and snatching at the nightie.

Before I could stop her, she pulled it away and my erection waggled freely in the air between us. I was furious at how hard it still was despite everything that was happening. What the hell was wrong with me? Were these nighties so exciting that I'd be hard even now?

"And you're clearly someone who's enjoying them," she continued. "Would you like me to help you enjoy the more?"

Excitement surged through my body. "I — I don't know," I hemmed.

"Really." Her tone was flat and unconvinced.

"It's just — well — I mean, I know you said that boys… But I don't know if — what if —" I hawed.

"Afraid you'll pop on a pair of panties and your manhood will fall off?" she shot, eyebrows shooting to the top of her head.

"Well, not as much…"

"It'd be a lot more fun to deal with this if we both had something pretty on."

Her hand was suddenly wrapped around my shaft, hot and soft and squeezing me. I gasped in surprise, the sound melting into a moan as she pulled her hand along it towards the tip. A tremor ran through my body, my mouth falling open. My cock twitched in her grip.

"Okay, Faith," I murmured, the words coming from so far away I could barely hear them. "Okay. I… I want it."

She tugged my cock and I stumbled close to her. She pulled until I was up against her, my shaft in her fist next to her hip. "I know, darling," she whispered. "Now, help me get dressed."