Karen lay on the bed, face buried in a pillow crying, her body shaking with anger and shame.
Those fuckers! The words ran through her mind like a flooding river. First by them playing her body like a fucking toy only to find out about that fucking Johnson! Did he set this up?
She rolls over quickly when the door opens, drying her eyes quickly as Steve and Chris walk in.
"What do you want?" She all but spits at them.
"Easy now Karen," Chris says sitting beside her on the bed. "Admit it, you're enjoying this too. You've been acting all flirty all week with us. Remember the nice titty flashes? Forgetting the bathroom door was open when showering?" He places a hand on her thigh, squeezing gently but firmly. "Beside I was there when you realized we were being watched. Fucking near drowned me."
Karen lowers her face to her palms again. No way am I admitting this out loud, she is thinking. Play along and they are gone in a couple days.
"Fine. Ok fine, whatever!" she says throwing her hands in the air dramatically. "Fuck it I'll play along, but one word to your parents..."
"Told you," Chris says looking at Steve still by the door. Slapping her thigh gently he says, "Well you've gotten off already and were dying of the blue balls."
"Fine," she says tiredly placing a hand on Chris's crotch.
"Wait now!" he says laughing, "Don't worry we'll be getting some too but have a few things to try first Karen."
"Oh God, what? We going to visit Johnson or something?" The chill she feels isn't entirely from the room she realizes.
"Ha no," Chris says. "We're going out for a bit but going to make it fun. For all of us!"
Another chill races over Karen as she glances at Steve with a rather evil smile.
"It's a nice day, let's go with a skirt and nice tank top."
Karen glares at both of them already suspecting where this was going. Didn't she read a story like this once?
She stands, ignoring Chris as he grabs her butt and shakes it giving a low whistle. Moving to her closet she picks a short sundress style from a hanger, turning to hold it against her. The thick blue and grey stripes on the mid to upper thigh length skirt catching his eye right off.
"Will this do?" She asks sarcastically.
"Actually yeah it will," Steve says.
She walks past Chris again, rolling her eyes with the butt slap, to open a drawer for a bra and panties.
"Oh wait!" Steve says dropping a package on the bed to come by her. She eyes the package but in the plain brown box can't tell what's going on. "I want a really loose bra Karen. I'm fucking worshipping those tits of yours and want to see them moving."
Karen blushes as she pulls out a thin lacy bra. Steve stares at her chest as she pulls the bra on, her breasts supported but not by much. Steve steps forward, cupping both and lifting them higher against her chest. She finds his low growl exciting despite herself, smiling shyly as he steps back.
"Ok try the dress on with it." Chris says.
"What about panties?"
"Wait for it," Steve says, bumping the bulge in his jeans against her.
Taking a calming breath she reaches back to slip the sundress over her head, rubbing the material smooth. She feels more than a little flattered with the appreciative looks, feeling a bit shy at the same time with the length of the dress.
Both boys step in helping her straighten the dress, making her laugh at the obvious grabbing going on.
