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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 3 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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   Eric's dad turned the corner of the kitchen to a magnificent sight
before him.  The same angel who had tempted him all last evening was here
dressed in the same nightie.  Rachel was straining on her toes with both
hands high above her head, her leg muscles flexing to stretch out.  Her
feet were apart for balance.  From this angle he could not see between her
legs, but the side view of her nearly nude body was enough to take his
breath away.
   Her bare legs were fully extended all the way up to her tight rounded
cheeks.  She was slightly leaning over the counter which ensured her entire
backside was fully on display.  Her flat stomach led up to those
unbelievable tits.  Her slender frame made them look even larger.  But due
to the miracle of youth they did not hang down.  Instead they stood out
proud and full capped by those enticing light pink nipples.
   The tanning oil had faded from her white skin; the pornographic angel
being replaced by a more innocent looking teenager.  He could get used to
this kind of view first thing in the morning.  He drank in her body once
more before disrupting the scene, "Good morning, Rachel".
   Rachel startled at his voice and dropped the plate she was pulling down.
It fell into pieces on the floor.  She looked over to see Eric's dad
smiling at her from the doorway.  The thought of teasing him flew out the
window and she just wanted to cover her body.  She started to turn toward
him, then thought better of it and turned away.  She wanted to run out of
the room, but the floor was littered with glass shards from the broken
plate.  So she just stood there uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot.
   Eric's dad watched her sway.  The nightgown did nothing to conceal her
body.  No matter how she stood she was flashing something to his hungry
eyes.  With that body she was going to make some lucky bastard very happy
someday.  In the mean time it was his to enjoy.  She spoke "Hi...Mr.  G. 
Sorry about the plate.  I'll clean it up."
   "Please, call me Richard.  I'll get the broom."
   Because of the glass shards and her bare feet, Rachel could only stand
in place while Richard went into the other room.  While he retrieved the
broom, Rachel pulled her arms up around her.  She tried to find an
unrevealing pose, but simply didn't have enough arms.  How stupid she had
been to think it would be fun to tease Eric's dad!
   **This is so humiliating!
   Richard returned and passed Rachel the broom.  Then he crouched down to
hold the dustpan for her.  It took several passes to get all the shards of
glass.  Rachel did her best to turn away from Richard as she swept.  She
didn't want him seeing her private parts.  She couldn't help that her bare
bottom was facing him at eye level, but that was better than the
alternative.  When she finished sweeping she thanked him for helping then
she said something she immediately regretted.  Just being polite by
offering, it was stupid as soon as she said "Do you want some cold pizza?"
   "I'd love some, thank you.  And some juice.  I'll take it by the pool."
Richard responded instantly.  He walked through the dining room and out the
back door; smiling the whole way.
   Rachel was stunned.  She was hoping to get back up to her room and eat
her own pizza.  Now she had to serve Richard breakfast in her nightgown.
   **Doesn't he have to get to work or something?
   Richard had already eaten breakfast.  In fact, he was running very late
for work.  He had overslept due to the wild night in bed with his wife. 
But he wasn't about to miss a chance to spend time with Rachel and her
nightie.  He sat down at the breakfast table by the pool and shifted his
own erection.  Having this girl around was better than Viagra.  His wife
sure seemed satisfied last night, and he was already good to go another
round.
   Rachel stood at the back door holding the tray of cold pizza with the
glass of juice for Richard.  But her legs wouldn't move.  She was having
trouble convincing herself to step outside.  Wearing this revealing
nightgown all over Eric's house was one thing, but stepping outside in
broad daylight turned out to be too scary of a proposition.
   She was stuck there because of her moment of stupid courtesy. 
Fortunately, her active imagination gradually came up with a workaround. 
It started as more of a coping mechanism than a real way of dealing with
it, but it would allow her to get through it.  As she stood there, she
built up a story in her mind.
   Since she was forced to serve Richard his food, she fancied herself a
family maid in medieval times.  Her outfit was explained because she was so
poor.  She couldn't afford a proper maid outfit and so was forced to wear
these rags like Cinderella.  The master of the estate fancied her and gave
her the privilege of serving breakfast.  Instead of pizza and juice by the
pool, it was pork and ale by the moat.  She set the tray down and grabbed a
strip of cloth from a drawer to tie her hair up.  It wasn't much but it
would help her with the illusion.
   Then she put on her brightest smile and stepped out the backdoor,
"Breakfast is served!" She tried to sound enthusiastic, but her knees were
weak.  She feared she would drop the tray and make another mess.  Her mind
didn't like being outside in her nightgown...rags.  She forced herself back
into character and started walking.  Richard turned to see Rachel wearing a
tie in her hair and a big smile.  Her body glowed in the bright sunlight.
She walked up beside him and sat everything down in place.  Then she
curtsied and said, "Can I get you anything else, sir?"
   It drove Richard crazy.  She was standing so close to him, he wanted to
reach out and touch her smooth skin.  He didn't quite know how to respond
to the curtsey.  But it was damned adorable!  He just said "Aren't you
going to eat?"
   "Yes sir.  I was just serving you first."
   "It's....Richard" he was about to explode.  Why was she calling him sir?
   "Yes Richard" Rachel turned back inside to eat her own breakfast.  She
swayed her hips as she walked feeling his eyes on her undulating ass.  She
had found a way to tease Richard.  Her hormones overruled her mind and she
started to like the situation.
   When she got back inside, her hand shot up to her breast.  It took a few
moments before she regained control and went over to eat.  She thought of
the dumbstruck look on his face when she served him.  After two slices, she
decided to check on Richard.  She was having so much fun flirting; she
almost pulled her nightgown off for this second round, but her mind stopped
her.  That would probably go beyond simple teasing.  Besides, this was part
of her costume.  She would just have to think of some other way to tease.
   She grabbed the pitcher of `ale' and headed outside back in character.
Richard had emptied his glass, but not his plate.  She stood across the
table from him and leaned over to fill his glass.  The view was
spectacular. Richard's jaw dropped as her melons hung over the table.  He
imagined what it would be like to squeeze them or to lick those candy
nipples.  Directly between her breasts, he could look down her flat stomach
and just see the top of her hairless cleft.  It took his breath away when
she looked him in the eye and said "Is there anything else I can do for
you, Richard?"
   He could only manage to shake his head no, unable to utter a word.  With
another curtsey she was gone back inside.  Richard couldn't wait to get
home to his wife that evening.  For some reason he had some role playing on
his mind.
   Rachel burst up the stairs toward the bathroom.  She had just flirted
with a grown man.  Sure it was in character, but he didn't know that.  She
heard music from Eric's room as she passed.  She was still grinning at the
look on Richard's face as she started a cold shower.  When she finished,
she decided to shave her legs.  It barely needed it but she wanted to look
good for her first swim practice.  She was an expert at shaving so it went
quickly.  She got a few jolts as she carefully shaved her pussy lips.  But
by now she was starting to focus on getting ready for school.  She would
have to put that off until tonight.  Just as she was drying off, she got a
knock.  Eric called through the door, "Rachel, are you coming down for
breakfast?"
   "Not today.  I already ate." she opened the door with her towel wrapped
around her and a smile.  Normally, she would be too embarrassed to be seen
by Eric wearing only a towel.  Compared to her nightgown this felt like a
blanket.  Flashing the tops of her boobs was nothing by now.  It felt good
to have such confidence in her body.  He mumbled "ok" as she proudly walked
past him to her room.
   Once inside, Rachel focused more urgently on the task at hand.  She had
to walk to school in her revealing uniform because of School Pride Day, but
there was a normal warm-up uniform waiting for her when she got there.  A
twitch in her pussy reminded her that they would probably walk to school
with Tommy again.  She made a plan.
   She dropped her towel and pulled on the clear belt of her swim uniform.
Before she put on her swim cap, she remembered the nightgown.  She didn't
want to make Mrs.  G angry, so she opened the door and ran back to the
bathroom.  She was now naked, but willing to risk the exposure because Eric
was downstairs eating breakfast.  It was kind of thrilling to run around
his house naked again.
   She might not be so thrilled if she had any idea what lay in store for
her...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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