Chapter 182

“You can’t be serious,” Sofia said.

“There’s a hot girl getting naked for me. How am I not supposed to touch myself?” Natalie grinned as she teased her panties to the side, edging them down. They’d snagged on her quickly-stiffening cock, which Sofia’s eyes were both trying to avoid and seemingly unable to. “And it’s been a long day. I’m allowed some stress relief. Help a teammate out.”

Sofia, predictably, just gave her a disdainful look, her fallback reaction for when Natalie was flustering her. But Sofia knew her position—that she belonged to Natalie for the week—so she did as she was told.

She started with her shirt, crossing her arms and grabbing the hem to pull it up and over her head. She didn’t go slow, as Natalie told her to, but Natalie enjoyed herself nonetheless. Sofia’s long white hair cascaded down her back as her breasts were freed. With no bra to hide herself with, Natalie’s eyes roamed hungrily over Sofia’s newly exposed skin. Her petite breasts were small but perky, cute pink nipples stiffening under Natalie’s intense gaze.

“Look at those tits,” she murmured, sliding her hand onto her panties and gripping herself through the fabric. “And don’t cover up. Stop playing shy.”

Sofia forcibly put her hands to the side. They twitched in place as Natalie continued to drink the sight in.

“You don’t have to ogle me,” Sofia muttered. “You look like such a pervert.”

“Oh, please. You’re loving this. Showing off. You can protest as much as you want. You’re easy to read.”

A flush spread across Sofia’s cheeks at the accusation, but she just sniffed. “I’m sure you believe that.” She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her pajama pants, then shimmied them down over her wide hips, slowly revealing a pair of lacy black panties underneath. “And no,” Sofia interrupted. “I did not wear these for you.”

“Just like to lounge around in lacy underwear, do you?” Natalie asked, grinning. She tightened her grip on her cock, squeezing herself through her panties, which Sofia’s eyes locked on before being forcibly dragged away. “What a naughty girl.” Natalie, of course, didn’t buy the excuse; Sofia definitely had worn them in anticipation for tonight. Maybe she’d been hoping Natalie would finally leverage their bet.

“As if,” Sofia huffed. Her face burned crimson, but she made no move to cover herself as she bent forward to slide her pajama pants down. Natalie watched creamy white legs get revealed, and she raked her eyes up and down, drinking the sight in. Sofia tossed the garment to the side, now standing in just her panties.

Natalie leaned back, sighing in satisfaction.

“Turn around.”

Sofia hesitated. Then, with an exasperated roll of her eyes that didn’t mask the deepening blush on her cheeks, she obeyed.

Like always, Sofia’s ass was a work of art. Natalie whistled her appreciation—intending to be crude. “Damn,” she breathed out. Finally, she slipped her cock out from her panties, wrapping a hand around herself as she admired Sofia’s ass. She started to stroke, long, slow up-and-downs, unable to help herself with Sofia standing there, on display. The black lace of Sofia’s panties framed her ass perfectly. Blue eyes peeked over her shoulder, seeing what Natalie was doing, and she flushed at the sight.

“I really can’t wait to get inside you, you know,” Natalie murmured, eyes locked on Sofia’s ass. “To bend you over. To feel that tight pussy wrapped around me. You’re lucky I’m so patient, Sofia.”

Sofia stiffened. She faced back forward, indignance on her face—her mouth opening to start protesting. But the words dried up, seeing Natalie’s expression.

Before she could find her voice, the front door’s lock clicked. Both of them turned to see Jordan walk in, shopping bag in hand.

Jordan paused. She took in the scene. Natalie’s hand on her cock, lounged out on the couch, unperturbed at her arrival. Then Sofia, half-naked and flushed with embarrassment, having quickly covered her breasts.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Jordan asked dryly.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Sofia said.

“That’s a shame,” Jordan replied easily, joining them in the living room. “Because what it looks like is that you’re stripping for Natalie while she jerks off. And that would’ve made my whole evening.” Jordan plopped down next to Natalie, set the bag aside, and snuggled into her. Natalie wrapped a free hand around Jordan’s shoulder, happy to have her company. “By all means, don’t let me interrupt,” she said to the two of them. “Pretend I’m not here.”

For a moment, Sofia stared at her. “You’re just going to join in? Seriously?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m only human,” Jordan said, smirking. “I like a show as much as anyone.” She faced Natalie. “Why are her panties still on?”

“Good question,” Natalie laughed. She turned to Sofia, who seemed mildly betrayed at how Jordan hadn’t come to her rescue. Though Natalie doubted Sofia had really expected help. Not after the events of last morning. “Strip, pet,” she ordered. “Let’s see that cute pussy of yours.”

Sofia took a breath in, orienting to her new situation. Two observers, instead of one. Her hands trembled as she grasped the delicate fabric of her lacy black panties. With a sharp intake of breath, she slid them down her legs, stepping out of them with an air of mortification and resignation. The undergarment joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

Natalie—and Jordan, now—drank in the sight. Sofia stood in all her glory, pale skin nearly glowing under the soft light, and her full-faced blush having spread down and across her chest, which was rising and falling like she’d been running. Natalie leaned back into the plush cushions, her arousal evident in the way she stroked faster, enjoying the show. Sofia’s exposed, cleanly shaven pussy, her small tits, her wide waist—but more than everything, her embarrassment. The way she squirmed as her two spectators raked their eyes across her.