Please note that this is chapter 4 of Running Down the Rabbit Hole. I recommend you start at the beginning with Three Girls Screwing Around.
I woke up the next morning with a firm resolution not to get drawn into any more stupid bets. My door and curtains were firmly closed, so I had my own little world to myself, cut off from everyone and everything else. I could vaguely hear some music, which suggested that at least one of my flatmates was up, but nothing else, except the dull light coming through the curtains, gave any hint of the state of the outside world.
Normally I'd go get breakfast while still in my pyjamas, but I'd not properly thought through all the events from the weekend, so instead I sat cross legged on the floor and tried to untangle all my feelings. I didn't regret stripping in front of Melanie and Amy, or doing my laps of the track. I didn't even regret making stupid deals that let me get taken the better of. I kind of found it hard to believe I'd actually gone ahead and stripped off out of doors -- though of course I knew I had. I tried to picture how I must have looked to the girls, tits flying everywhere and my naked bum heading into the gloom. Somehow, that one seemed quite comical this morning, and I was confident that I could just laugh it off as bit of fun whenever anyone brought it up.
It was the first time I took my knickers off in front of Melanie and Amy that I couldn't stop thinking about -- every time I replayed the memory it gave me a bit of a thrill. I was keen to taste that sensation again more tangibly, so I stood up and tried to imagine the girls right there in front of me. I slowly unbuttoned my top, then let it hang slightly open, revealing a bit of bare skin and the edges of my breasts. I pictured myself making eye contact with Amy, as I gently pulled my top open, very aware of the fabric gently rubbing against my nipples. As soon as my boobies were fully on show, I slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms, all the time maintaining eye contact with imaginary Amy.
Still facing forwards and standing tall, I reached down and pushed my bottoms over my hips, letting them fall to the ground, before pushing them aside with my foot. I still had on the black, cotton knickers I'd worn yesterday -- they were definitely designed more for practicality than titillation, but it was the effect of taking them off that I was looking forward to. I imagined Amy smiling at me mischievously, as I placed my hands at each side and slowly, slowly pulled them down before letting them fall to the floor. Then I lifted my arms and did a slow twirl, making sure my phantom friends could see every bit of me.
It may not sound much to you, but I think I got a lot more delight out of it this time than when I'd done it for real -- I can still remember my heart beating in my chest, and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Well, I'd had my fun -- it was time to start to make a move, so I took my black, kimono bathrobe from the back of the door and wrapped it around me before tying the sash. It reached halfway down my thighs, and would have been seductive in the right context, but around the flat it was just a practical cover up for trips to and from the bathroom.
