Chapter 6: Confessions

As he looks down, he finds himself completely captivated by her presence. The way her hair catches the light and frames her face draws him in, and he can’t help but wish the moment would escalate further. The air is thick with unspoken tension, and he feels a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

She stands up and, with an air of playful confidence, leans in to wrap her arms around him in an embrace. As her body lightly presses against his, he feels a rush of warmth and something deeper stirring within him—though his feelings go unnoticed by her. She smiles sweetly, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, as she rests her head against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in her ears. She brushes her lips against his neck in a tender kiss that sends shivers down his spine.

His heart races, pounding fiercely against his ribcage, but her attention is solely focused on their connection. “I knew something was fishy about you,” she whispers teasingly, pulling back just slightly to look into his eyes. “These panties you’re wearing ... When I wear them, I can’t help but think about you in my panties. It gets me hot.” Her honesty is disarming, and he’s momentarily taken aback, caught in the throes of both embarrassment and exhilaration.

“It was weird at first,” she continues, her voice low and sultry, “but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know.” With that, she playfully reaches down to his thighs, exploring the delicate fabric of his undergarments. Her fingers glide along the lace, feeling the smooth material against his skin and the way the narrow straps dig into his hips. The sensation ignites a thrill that flows through him.

She pulls the lace in the back upward just a bit, giving him a teasing wedgie that makes him gasp, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. “You like that, don’t you, you naughty boy?” she giggles, clearly delighted by his reaction. He can feel his cheeks flush as he tries to frame a response, but the playful intimacy envelops him, rendering his thoughts momentarily incoherent.

With a cheeky grin, she deftly tugs at the cute little bow adorning the front of the panties. “Come on,” she says, her voice dripping with invitation as she takes his hand and leads him toward the tall mirror that stands in the corner of the room.