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Chapter 2: What She Wants

If it had been anybody else, I would have said no. This had been a surprise, sure — but if dressing up was the cost of sleeping with her, that was a price I was willing to pay. She was gorgeous. She was the girl I'd had a crush on for as long as I knew what a crush was. Having sex with her was what I had always wanted.

Which explained why I was still so hard, even in panties.

"That actually looks really good on you," she cooed as I stepped awkwardly out of her bathroom to present myself to her. "I think blue is totally your color."

The electric blue thong barely contained my package and pushed my manhood straight up against my belly, the edges of the lace framing it. It was soft satin, the same color as the sheer nightie she had given me to wear. It felt light and delicate, like nothing I'd ever worn before. It drizzled over my body, hung from spaghetti straps tied over my shoulders in tiny bows.

I had expected it to feel weird and wrong, but that wasn't how I felt at all. I bit my lip and looked up at Adalyn with an expression that was more demure than I had intended. Wearing the lingerie made me feel even more vulnerable than if I had been naked.

Why the hell am I feeling like this?

"You really think so?" I asked sheepishly.

She smiled with heavy-lidded eyes, strolling over to me and draping her arms around my nearly naked body. The soft fabric of the babydoll brushed against my nipples. I gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure. Adalyn's smile split into a grin, and she bit one of her fingertips.

"Oh my," she purred, running her hand down my chest. "Someone likes this."

"I… I like that you like it," I said, lifting her chin and leaning down for a kiss.

"Is that why this is so hard?" she teased, resting her hand against the front of the panties. "Because you're turned on in sympathy of me being horny?"

"Something like that."

"I think you like it," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes so her mouth was next to my ear. "I think panties suit you."

Goosebumps spread out over my skin. The breath in her voice made me shiver. She withdrew with a knowing smile, then finally kissed me. She tasted sweet, her tongue diving into my mouth with an aggressiveness that had been absent before. She squeezed my cock through the panties and giggled as I gasped again.

"Come on," she said, pulling me by the hand. "Get on the bed."

We climbed onto it together, me kneeling, her on all-fours in front of me. She peeled down my panties and released my quivering cock as I marveled at the way her panties clung to the perfect curve of her ass.

Who cares why I'm feeling like this? The only thing that matters is that I'm going to fuck her.

"There is something so, so hot about a cock in panties," she said as she lazily ran her finger around the tip, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Don't you think?"

"Sure," I answered noncommittally, my manhood surging in her hands. "Want to show me how hot it makes you?"

"Are you sure you can handle that?"

"Oh, I can handle it, Adalyn."

"I dunno," she hummed, crossing her arms. "Pretty little thing like you…"

Without warning, she shoved me, hard enough to send me toppling backwards onto the bed. I looked up at her in surprise and found her staring back at me with wild eyes. There was a fire behind them I hadn't seen before. The shy-but-sexy girl I had been making out with was gone — replaced with someone confident, sexy, and in charge.

"A pretty thing like me… what? " I asked, voice tight.

Why do I like being called that?

"So sweet in your sexy lingerie," she growled, baring her fangs in a twisted smile that sent fear coursing through my body — and made my cock even harder. "I'm going to tear you apart."

"Oh, fuck," I said, meaning to just think the words but finding my lips forming them instead.

She crawled to me like a tiger stalking its prey. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at her, but she pushed me back down.

"Lie down so I can fuck your pretty face," she said. "Isn't that what you want? To taste the sexy girl next door?"

"I — uh, yeah —" I stammered before my mouth was covered.

She straddled my face, grinding herself against my chin and lips. She was still wearing panties. There was a wide band of lace around the leg holes, a tiny bow set on the waistband in the front. Something about their simplicity made them even sexier. They were almost innocent.

Not there's anything innocent about this.

She sucked in air between her teeth while her body curved and bent above me. She was running her hands through her thick hair. Her perfect breasts bounced as she rocked her hips forwards and back. I took one last look, trying to draw everything in and remember it.

Then I began to lick.

She let out a long, low moan as I ran my tongue up and down her panties. The lace was rough against it but I didn't care — I wanted her to cum. She was grinding herself against me and I pushed forwards, into her, until finally, I couldn't wait any longer and pulled her panties to the side with my teeth.

"I didn't tell you to do that," she breathed above me. "Aren't you my good slut? Aren't you going to do what you're told?"

I nodded against her as my cock strained against the satin panties I wore. I was desperate for her to touch me — but a tiny part of me, alien but somehow familiar, wanted her to leave it alone. It wanted me to give myself to her entirely, to make myself all about her pleasure.

A pretty little thing to be fucked and used.

"Maybe I can keep you under control better if I do this," she said, tumbling off my face and laying with her back curved against the headboard.

She gestured for me to come to her and I did, rolling over onto all fours. The nightie draped around me, one side of the satin panties sliding between my cheeks. I looked up at her and saw her staring at my rear with a hunger I'd never seen on anyone's face before. I wiggled it for her.

"Like what you see?" I grinned.

"Fuck, yes," she murmured. "I love a boy's ass in panties."

"Why?" I ventured.

"Because that means I fucking own you, slut," she said. "Because it means your body is only here for me. "

She grabbed my hair, pulling me against her. I buried my face and tongue between her legs, sliding inside of her and sucking her clit as I did. Her legs tightened around my head as she groaned with pleasure, the sounds almost masculine.

"Lay down on your belly," she commanded, pushing on my forehead.

I complied, my nightie pressing on my nipples as I dove back into her.

"Fuck, yes, that's so hot," she moaned. "You're going to do whatever I ask you to, aren't you?"

It wasn't a question. I felt my cock twitch against my belly and a shiver of pleasure run down my body.

"You deserve it," I murmured.

"I didn't ask you to talk, slut!" she snapped, yanking my head back between her thighs. "Your job is to look pretty and make me cum."

I had fantasized about going down on Adalyn for as long as I had noticed girls. So why was it so much hotter now? No way it could be because I was dressed like one, right? And why did I want her to keep bossing me around?"

"Go nice and slow," she instructed as I kissed and licked her. "Just like that. Be a good, pretty little slut for me."

Her eyebrows arched together as I found just the right spot. She let out a long, girlish moan, her head dropping back against the headboard. I slid a finger inside of her and felt my cock twitch as she squealed in delight. She looked stunningly gorgeous like that, and knowing that she liked seeing me in lingerie made me even harder.

Wait, what?

Her legs tightened around my head as she squirmed at my touch. I could feel her getting closer and closer to cumming. Her moans were becoming screams. She was so loud I almost didn't hear the thud come from outside her bedroom door.

"Adalyn?" came a woman's voice. "Are you home?"

"Shit, that's my roommate!" she whispered frantically to me, shoving me backwards. "You have to get out! And take that off before she sees you!"

I tumbled off the bed, landing on my feet. I struggled to pull the delicate nightie off, trying to be quick without tearing it. I was almost sad when I saw it puddle on the edge of her bed. One of the bows dangled at the end of its tiny strap.

"She's in her room," Adalyn said, grabbing my clothes and shoving them into my arms. "Get out right now before she sees you."

"Hey, what? What's the big —"

She directed me towards the apartment door, my clothes in a messy bundle in my arms. I was still furiously hard and painfully unsatisfied. I could hear her roommate in the other bedroom. I turned to look at Adalyn, half in surprise and half in frustration. She was looking at me apologetically even as she planted a hand on my chest and pushed me firmly out of the apartment.

"Next time!" she hissed through the crack as she closed the door.

It wasn't until it was shut and locked that I realized, to my horror, that she'd forgotten to give me my underwear.