Chapter 2

Day 21 - Thursday

OH MY GOD! I don’t even know where to begin!

Ethan had wanted to do our research at the library, but I talked him into doing it at his house. He was at his computer and I was lying on his bed when my skirt “accidentally” rode up and exposed part of my butt. I could see him faintly in the reflection of my laptop, so I knew he was looking. When he did take the picture I turned to look at him and then “discovered” that my panties were showing, and I read him the riot act.

“Did you ... Did you just take a picture of my butt?”

“No, I was just looking at an animated GIF Alex sent me.”

“Oh my god, you are such a bad liar! You just took a picture of my underwear against my will. Do you violate people like this all the time?”

“Alexis, relax. Here, I’ll delete it right now. No harm done.”

“Oh fuck no, you’re not getting off that easy.”

Ethan just looked at me waiting for me to say something. He looked defeated.

“Drop your pants,” I finally said. He didn’t do anything so I repeated myself. “Drop your pants. You saw my underwear, now I want to see yours.” He did as he was told.

Okay, I’ve got to admit it was pretty sexy to see him standing there in his dress shirt, tie, and briefs. Very Risky Business. I walked in a circle around him, looking him up and down. He was really embarrassed.

“Bend over the bed,” I said. He looked unsure. “I want you standing next to the bed, bent over it, face down.”

“Come on, Lexi,” he tried to argue. But I gave him a stern look and he did as he was told. I had no idea what I was doing - I was making this all up as I went along. For some reason I walked up behind him, reached between his legs, and started stroking his package. He spread his feet further apart, to give me better access.

“Oh god, Lexi,” he groaned. “Shut up,” I replied authoritatively. His dick grew hard. I wasn’t really wanking him - I was just moving my hand up and down the underside of his dick and balls, through the fabric of his briefs. He seemed to be entranced by the feeling. I know I was turned on.

“Stay right like that,” I said. “Okay, now don’t move your body, but turn your head to face me.” That’s when I snapped a photo of my own. In an instant Ethan was standing in front of me, grabbing my wrist hard.

“Give me the phone, Lexi,” he said with menace in his voice.

“Oh, are we going to get violent now? Are you going to hurt me?” There was mockery in my voice. “Anyway, it’s too late. It’s already on the cloud and I’m not telling you the PIN to unlock my phone.”

“Please,” he said. He let me go.

“Nope! You took a picture of me, I took a picture of you. We’re even.”

“It’s not the same!” Ethan pleaded. “My picture was just a pretty girl whose skirt got messed up. It’s no more revealing than what you’d wear in swimming class. Mine is...”

I finished his thought for him. “Yours is you leaning over a bed in your tidy whities with a hard-on, looking like you’re eager to be sodomized. Yes. That would be very embarrassing for you if it ever got posted online. So you should probably do what I tell you to.”

“Fine. What do you want?” He said. His erection was still struggling against the confines of his underwear.

“For starters,” I said in a sing-song voice, “I think I want you to lick me.” I sat down on the edge of the bed. Ethan looked at my shoes uncertainly. “My pussy, silly.”

I hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and spread my legs. Ethan knelt down in front of me and put his mouth on my cunt. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. It felt so warm and wet and hard and soft and I just got lost in the feeling. At first he was trying hard to delve into my vag with his tongue, but I guess he eventually figured out that the clit is where the action is, and started really driving me wild. I was breathing hard but trying to stay quiet because Becca was somewhere in the house.

At one point I felt Ethan’s fingers crawling along my thighs.

“No fingers,” I said in a half-dream, half-schoolteacher voice. He withdrew his hands and went on to give me an orgasm that hit me like a hammer.

As I was recovering, Ethan still kneeling in front of me, my foot brushed his balls. He groaned. His dick was still hard, and there was a tiny wet spot at the tip. I moved my foot back and forth along its underside and it twitched, and the wet spot grew. His body was shaking.

“How badly do you need it?” I asked. I guess I dropped the dominatrix facade there and I was talking to him more like a concerned friend. It honestly looked like he might die.

“There are no words...” he said with desperation in his voice.

I pointed at his desk chair. “You can finish yourself off.” I thought he would be mad that I wasn’t going to fuck him or blow him, but instead he rushed to his chair, pulled his cock out of his shorts, and started wanking himself. He was staring straight at my crotch, but my skirt had fallen back in place. I pulled it up again and spread my legs, and rubbed my fingers in tiny circles around my clit to give him a show.

Ethan was barely fast enough to grab a tissue to contain his eruption. Even so, I guess it spilled over somehow because it ended up all over his hands and underwear.

I pulled my panties up, gathered my things, and headed for the door. On my way out I patted him on the head. “When we’re alone, you’ll call me Miss Green. I’ll see you Saturday morning at 9:00 to work on the speech, like we talked about.”

Day 22 - Friday

Ethan avoided eye contact for the first half of the day today. At lunch I made it a point to go up and talk to him in the cafeteria. He was sitting with a couple of his guy friends.

“Hi Ethan!” I said, as friendly as ever. “Owen, Alvin.” I added.

“Hey Alexis,” he said, indifferently.

I dialed up the friendliness in my voice, almost to the point of being bubbly. “Is it still okay if I come over tomorrow to work on the speech?”

He paused a little awkwardly, but then answered totally casually. “Um, yeah, that sounds good.”

“‘Kay!” I said, and then walked away with a bounce in my step.

I’m not babysitting tonight. Ethan stayed home so they didn’t need me. I’ve been multitasking: spying on Ethan’s browser history and doing my homework.

The first thing he did when he got home was watch a bunch of dominatrix videos for a half hour. I confess I enjoyed thinking about doing those things to him. But I mostly stayed focused on my history reading. I guess he must have shot his wad, because then he switched physics-related searches.

He didn’t use his computer for an hour around dinner time. Then he checked the Photo Club, but he didn’t stay long. Then he started searching for, “cunnilingus how to” and read a bunch of articles. That was nice of him. After that he found his way to a bunch of Japanese sex cartoons. They were all about teen-aged brothers and sisters secretly doing it with each other. They seemed pretty formulaic, but despite that I couldn’t help but rub my clit while reading them. After 20 minutes I couldn’t take it any more and made myself come. Ethan is still reading them while I write this.

He hasn’t posted the picture he took of my panties yesterday. I guess he’s afraid I’d find out and retaliate. I kinda wish he would, though.

I’m bored. I think I’ll call Marcie.

Day 23 - Saturday

Another big day! I showed up at Ethan’s house at 9:00 and we went straight to his room. Today was Saturday, so of course we weren’t wearing our uniforms. I thought about wearing jeans, but instead opted for a powder blue summer dress and my white fancy panties. This whole thing was about looking up skirts after all, right? Ethan was wearing a white polo shirt and beige shorts.

I held my hands behind my back and swayed, facing him, as I spoke. “So do you want to get to studying right away, or should we satisfy our needs first?” While I spoke I noticed that the LED on his computer’s webcam was on. The monitor was turned off, but he was recording! Clever boy! It had a perfect view of anything on or around the bed. My face didn’t betray my discovery.

“I was hoping you might say something like that. I got this!” He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a condom, and showed it to me. He switched to a sexy announcer type voice: “It’s lubricated, and ribbed for HER pleasure.”

“We might be able to put that to good use,” I said, putting on my best devilish smile. “But first: assume the position.”

“Wait, what?” He asked. I don’t think this was part of his plan.

“Drop your pants and bend over the bed, like you did the other day.” I said, patiently.

“No way.”

I put my hand on his chest and moved in closer. “Do what you’re told and I promise I’ll get you off myself this time,” I said.

“No pictures,” he said, sternly.

I handed him my phone. (It was locked, of course.) He looked me in the eye for couple of seconds. Then he put my phone on top of a tall bookshelf. I wouldn’t be able to reach it without climbing on a chair. Then he took off his pants and threw them in a corner, and bent over the edge of the bed with his butt sticking out.

“Boxers today?” I said as I approached him and caressed his ass. “I like you better in briefs. They make you seem more vulnerable.” I grabbed the condom, a small flashlight, and the box of tissues from his desk and set them on the floor next to him. Then I knelt beside him and reached between his legs.

Like before, I rubbed up and down his cock and balls from underneath. Soon he was hard and I dropped his shorts down to his ankles. I reached around front and started jerking him off, slowly, with my left hand. With my right I rubbed his balls and taint, and up his butt crack - a little more with each stroke. When I touched his asshole straight on his penis twitched. I poked at it a couple more times and had the same effect. He was breathing heavily.

I kept wanking him with my left hand, and somehow I managed to get the condom out of its wrapper and onto the flashlight with just my right. It was a small flashlight - about five inches long and a half inch around. I’m sure it ran on AA batteries. When I positioned it at his asshole, he didn’t say anything.

I guess lubricated condoms aren’t really intended for anal use because it was kinda rough going in. I had to adjust it this way and that before the flashlight was ready to go in smoothly. Ethan grunted softly a couple times - I guess it was a little painful - but he never said a word.