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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 2 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel's bate session had barely started before another bodily urge
began rising within her.  She tried to suppress it, but it proved to be
just as persistent as her arousal.  She had to pee.  She had put off her
climax this long and decided it would have to wait.  A few more minutes
wouldn't kill her.  So she reclaimed the will over her hands and rolled out
of bed.
   She had to decide if she would put on the nightgown or risk going naked.
It was kind of fun to think how only yesterday she went to the bathroom
naked and peeked in Eric's room on the way.  He had been asleep so didn't
know, but she saw the tent in his boxers.  Her fantasy was to walk in naked
to his room and start giving him a blow job.  Warmth spread down her body
just thinking about his boxers and the throbbing mystery inside.
   Out of the corner of her eye a piece of paper slid off the bed onto the
floor.  She walked over and picked it up.  It was the email from Coach Ron.
She tried to think back to last night.  She had been so tired while reading
it and fell asleep before finishing.  Eric's mom must have set it on her
bed to read in the morning.  It didn't matter now that she was going to be
kicked off the team, but she was still curious what it said.  She ignored
the urging from her bladder and sat down on the bed to find her place. 
After backtracking a little, she found the part where she had started
nodding off.
   "...You should be proud to be a part of something so extraordinary.  I
have extraordinary plans for this team.  I want all of you to be committed
to joining me in the journey.
   The first practice will be tomorrow after school.  We will start by
touring the facilities.  We are fortunate to have one of the best high
school aquatic facilities in the nation which will give us a great
competitive advantage.  Due to the generous support of our program
sponsors, we are able to afford the best training equipment and supplies.
This support even allows us to cover the cost of travel and uniforms.
   Speaking of uniforms, I am sorry that the shipment of warm-up outfits
and training shoes did not arrive in time for the tryout.  I have just
received the boxes and will be sorting them tonight.  You may pick up your
warm-up in my office before school tomorrow.
   I will be sending out a more detailed schedule soon, but you should
already be committed to after school practice every day and Saturday
events. Like the tryout, all practices will be closed to non-team members.
   If you have any further questions, feel free to email them or stop by my
office.  My door is always open.  Coach Ron - Thornwood varsity swim coach"
   Rachel was floored.  She had totally forgotten about the warm-ups you
wear over your swimsuit.  She re-read the email three times to make sure
she wasn't missing a catch.  On the third pass she allowed a glimmer of
hope to spark within her.
   **If I can make it to school in my uniform, I can wear my warm-up to
School Pride Day and be home free!  It even comes with matching shoes!
   Now Rachel was standing.  The excitement of being on the swim team was
coming back.  Knowing that the practices would be closed was a relief, too.
The thrill of getting to train on all that state of the art equipment was
building again.  Sure, there was the potential for problems walking to
school in nothing but her suit, but she rationalized it all away as a small
price to pay.  She could wear her backpack like Ellie had done and borrow
some shoes to cross the hot road.  So what if someone saw more than they
should for a moment?  She was a proud member of the Thornwood Varsity swim
team on her way to School Pride Day.  Rachel screamed with joy into her
pillow to avoid waking everyone.
   Her stomach rumbled.  The stress knot was loosening.  She had barely
eaten anything yesterday and now hunger pangs were competing with her need
to pee.  Rachel excitedly pulled on her nightgown and opened the door.  Her
two bodily urges; hunger and bladder were strong.  But arousal was not
about to give up that easily.
   The wave of horniness hit her as she stepped into the hall.  All the
excitement did not change the fact that she was barely dressed in Eric's
house.  It also didn't help that his door was open.  But she had just been
saved from an impossible predicament.  Weather from excitement, relief,
horniness or just young curiosity, Rachel needed another peek at Eric.
   She tiptoed to his door appreciating how silent her nightgown was.  It
practically floated behind her.  He was sleeping with his sheets once again
bunched around him.  He was only wearing boxers; it was too hot to sleep in
much else around here.  There was the bulge and even a slight gap at the
fly.  She could only see hints of what was inside which served to nudge her
arousal and curiosity higher.
   It took the highest degree of self control to keep Rachel's hands in
check.  One was resting on her thigh threatening to move in at the first
sign of weakness.  She forced the other one behind her back and grabbed her
other elbow.  Keeping her hands from attacking her body caused her chest to
strain against the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
   She closed her eyes and bit her lip to suppress a whimper.  Her pussy
was throbbing.  She desperately wanted to see what was in those boxers.  If
she didn't leave soon, she was certain to do something she would regret. 
She stood there trying to calm down enough to quietly back away.  She
didn't even notice him waking up.
   Eric woke to see Rachel in his doorway with her eyes closed wearing her
borrowed transparent nightgown.  He could get used to this kind of view
first thing in the morning.  He had taken care of business last night.  But
at his age, his member was ready to go anytime.  At the vision before him
his usual morning wood became rock hard and started flexing up and down in
anticipation.  Still mostly asleep, he mumbled "good morning, Rach." Her
blush was the topping on the cake.
   She jumped at his words.  Her breasts jiggled under the sheer fabric of
her nightgown.  Her pink nipples were at attention and trying to burst
through the mesh pouches restraining them.  Eric wanted to reach down to
adjust his boxers.  But he didn't know weather to cover up or start jacking
off so he just lay there and waited.
   "......I...I was just...wanting to tell you....thanks again, for last
night." Rachel stumbled over her words and scooted near the door frame. 
Part of her wanted to back around the corner and hide her obvious arousal.
But he had already seen so much yesterday and she couldn't take her eyes
off him...another awkward silence.
   Rachel watched Eric's erection throbbing causing the front fold of his
boxers to open and close and giving enticing glimpses of his impressive
package.  Only a single button in the middle kept his member from escaping
its cage.  Rachel absently licked her lips.  An image formed in Eric's
sleepy mind of her kneeling beside his bed pulling his boxers down.  He
still wasn't sure he was awake.  This had to be a dream.  If it was a
dream, that was how it would turn out.  There was only one way to find out
so he moved the scene forward, "no problem."
   Rachel jumped again.  She was so focused on his boxers; she forgot he
was even awake.  He might even be talking in his sleep, she reasoned.  The
embarrassment of being caught peeping into his Eric's room caught up to
Rachel and now she suddenly wanted to end the conversation and get out of
there.  She said, "Well, see you at breakfast", and pulled the door closed
not waiting for a reply.  Then she rushed into the bathroom and locked the
door anxious to get the encounter behind her.  The full length mirror was
waiting for her as she turned toward the toilet.
   "OH MY GOD!"
   It was the first time Rachel had seen her reflection while wearing her
nightgown.  She had imagined it as just like wearing her swimsuit.  But the
image in front of her was worse because this nightgown was designed to be
sexy.  It succeeded in every area.  The latch on her chest pulled her
breasts together creating an impressive cleavage.  Usually cleavage is
tempting because it conceals what lies below.  But this outfit provided no
such cover.  The cleavage was only decoration on top of the real prize. 
The lower curves of her breasts were on full display with her bright
nipples leading the way.  The sensation of being encased like a bra was
shattered.  This had the opposite effect of a bra.
   The material spread out as it went down her tummy and stopped short of
her waist.  Like a curtain pulling back on a stage presenting her bare
mound as the main attraction.
   **Did I really wear this nightgown all night last night in front of
Eric's family?  Surely it wasn't that bad.  At least I wasn't so aroused
last night.
   She wracked her brain to remember if she had exposed her pussy to Eric's
dad.  She rationalized that Eric was OK because of the pool.  His mom was a
woman so not as big a deal there.  But did Eric's dad ever get a good look?
   **He certainly looked plenty of times.  But did he get a really good,
straight on look at my pussy?
   A shock up her spine brought her back to the mirror.  Her hand was
pinching and kneading her left nipple through the fabric.  She had to slap
it away with her other hand to get it to stop.  Angry at her own depravity,
pulled away from the mirror and sat down to pee.  It took a while to calm
her arousal enough to relax.  When she did her stomach growling came back
stronger.
   **Did I really say `see you at breakfast' to Eric?
   The last thing she wanted to do right now was go down to breakfast in
this nightgown and sit with Eric.  She could put her uniform on, but she
would be wearing that all day under her warm-up.  Her hair didn't like that
idea.  She could stay in her room until time for school and skip breakfast,
but her stomach didn't like that idea at all.  She would have to sneak down
and grab a bite before Eric got up.  Then she could come back upstairs and
take her shower while he ate breakfast.
   Meanwhile, Eric had fully awoken.  He didn't understand why Rachel would
stand in his doorway while he slept, but he was disappointed that it wasn't
a dream.  Most teen boys would fantasize about something like that.  He was
not going to waste the fantasy either.  His boxers hit the floor as he
grabbed his laptop making sure to lock the door on the way and started up
the video of Rachel by the pool.  Yes, if he couldn't have his dream come
true, he could at least have his second best choice.  This would be a great
start to his Friday.
   Rachel finished in the bathroom then tiptoed down the hall.  Eric's door
was still closed.  She didn't hear snoring, but she didn't hear music
either.  She hurried past and down the stairs just in case.  The warm sun
streamed through the glass back door.  It was going to be another scorcher.
Thankful for A/C she stepped onto the cold kitchen tile toward the
refrigerator.  She could heat some food if she had to, but hoped to find
something quicker like a granola bar or fruit.
   As she opened the refrigerator, a blast of cold air hit her body.  Her
nipples stiffened into points.  She instinctively reached up with both
hands to protect them from the cold.  It felt good to have an excuse to cup
her breasts.  She was still amazed how fast they had grown.  It wasn't very
long ago that she wore padded bras.  Now her boobs had outgrown every bra
and outfit she owned.  It was even impossible to contain them in her hands.
She kept massaging as she looked for food.  The cold air from the fridge
blew over her skin raising goose bumps all over her body.  It was a simple
reminder of how exposed she was in this nightgown.
   She was about to give up and move to the pantry when she noticed the
pizza box.  It was the leftovers from the pizza Eric had ordered yesterday.
Cold pizza sounded perfect about now.  She was so happy she didn't even
stop to contemplate who had delivered it.  She grabbed the box, closed the
fridge and looked around for a plate.
   Rachel had helped Eric's mom wash the dishes last night, but wasn't
around to help put them away.  She would have to search around.  She began
carefully opening cabinets without luck.  Her stomach complained at her for
taking so long.  Distracted by her hunger she let a cabinet door slam shut.
The noise halted her for a moment before she chastised herself for being
scared.  Eric's dad would sure get a thrill from seeing her like this.  She
thought how fun it would be to tease him.  Too bad he was already at work
by now.
   Eric's mom was probably around.  So what if she caught Rachel sneaking a
snack for breakfast?  It's not like Rachel was sneaking around the house
naked.  She was wearing the nightgown Eric's mom had loaned her.  Sure it
was revealing, but she should be proud of how good she looked in it.
   Rachel took a moment to spin in place, letting the material fly up
around her.  She felt like a ballerina.  All girls love tutus.  This was
just a sexy tutu nightgown.
   **Erotic eveningwear for the adult ballerina.
   Rachel mused at the thought.  The next door she opened contained the
much sought after plates.  They were on the very top shelf where she
couldn't reach.  She could try to find a stool or grab a chair from the
dining room.  Or she might just reach it if she stood up on the tips of her
toes and stretched out completely.  That was a big mistake...TO BE
CONTINUED
  
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