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Delving into new desires (Anasyrma & Libraryman)

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Anasyrma

Super-Earth
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May 28, 2019
When Annika got out of bed, the first thing she did was to doublecheck her door. Still locked. But that didn't have to mean anything. She suspected Nathan to have a way to unlock it somehow, though she couldn't prove anything, and even if she did, her mom wouldn't listen to her about it for a second. After all, Nathan was her new husband's beloved son and therefore he apparently had a free pass to try to peek on her. Just his hormones, supposedly. Didn't change that he's a perverted ass, in Annika's eyes.

Satisfied that she was probably safe from his attempts, Annika started gathering together her outfit for the day, and since it was a school day, that meant her uniform. Button-up shirt, jacket, skirt, socks all joined on a pile on the bed. She picked out a cute bra - the advantage of being just barely big enough to need one was that she had no trouble finding comfortable ones, thus being able to choose for style. All that was left was a fresh pair of-

"Huh? Out of panties?" Her hand uselessly patted the empty bottom of the drawer. She did now remember being annoyed last week about how she had to start wearing older pairs, since the rest was in the wash. Or rather, the rest would have already been in the wash, had she added it to the laundry in time. Like her mom asked her to. Shit. With how things with her mom were lately, she might just laugh in her face when asked if she could organize her replacement panties for today. And anyway, Annika did not want to draw further attention to her own slacking behavior.

What to do, then? While wondering, she decided to put on everything else to save time. Stealing a pair of boyshorts from her brother... no. Or maybe if she wore pants under... no, the school's dress code wouldn't allow it.
When she was done dressing herself, she was actually wearing panties. The ones she slept in and wore yesterday. ...yuck. No way she would keep wearing them. Quickly, she took them off and threw them in her hamper. This time she'd remember to empty it into the bigger laundry basket in time.

She didn't think anything of it while stripping them off. But then, having reached no conclusion as to her dilemma, she started pacing. Not for long. After just a few steps, a certain sensation made her freeze. That slight feeling of air between her legs... The fabric of her skirt swishing against her bare bottom. She stayed for a few seconds like that, finally taking a lungful of air, not having noticed she was holding her breath. Curious as to what made her react so strongly, Annika continued striding through her room in circles, eventually involuntarily giggling. It was a weird feeling... but strangely fun. She wasn't the naughty type at all, so these new feelings surprised even herself.

Her gaze turned to her door once again. She certainly didn't want to be seen as the naughty type by anyone.
Stepping in front of her mirror, she took on what she considered a casual pose and looked herself over. The skirt wasn't quite knee-length, yet still longer than uniform regulations allowed. It was impossible to tell if she wore panties or not. She looked just like always.
Nobody would know.

Resolutely, Annika moved to open the door to go downstairs for breakfast, hesitating for just one more moment. "It's just for today...", she muttered to herself.
 
As Annika left her room, the young girl would be able to hear the faint sounds of voices and dishes coming from downstairs in the kitchen. Her whole family was downstairs beginning the breakfast that Evelyn, her mother, was cooking. From the delightful smell that wafted up the stairs it was easy enough to figure out that they were eating bacon and eggs. By the time she arrived her mother had already set a plate for her brother and Mike, her step-dad before taking a serving to Annika's spot.

"Good morning, sweetie!" Her mom greeted cheerily with a sweet smile on her face. She was a very pretty woman with long silky blonde hair and curves that turned many a head. The woman was wearing a bright and colorful summer dress that complimented her figure, much to Mike's apparent delight as his eyes often wandered to check her out. "Sit down and have a bite to eat while it's hot."

After she had set down Annika's plate she sauntered by her husband and leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips. He was a good looking man with a strong, muscular body covered in old work overalls that had the logo of the auto shop he worked at on it. His cropped hair was jet black like the short, rough beard on his face giving him a ruggedly handsome look. Nathan got much of his looks from the man and looked almost the same, though his own facial hair was a lot more neatly groomed. The two teens both went to the same school, though unlike herself, he was in his last year of high school a few years her senior.
 
"Morning, mom..." Her growling stomach and the promise of a delicious breakfast made her momentarily forget about her downstairs situation. She did not specifically greet Mike or Nathan, didn't get chided for that for once and could just dig in without issue. Now that she was sitting, though, she was acutely aware of her bare butt touching her skirt again. It didn't ride up nearly enough for anyone to see anything, but just sitting there, surrounded by people, knowing that her most intimate spots were technically exposed to the air...

It was exciting.
Annika really hoped that Nathan didn't notice the blush starting to form on her cheeks. For some reason, it was his presence that made her heart beat a little faster especially. The way she had seen him leer at her sometimes, she was sure he'd get a kick out of learning she was going commando today. No way she would risk giving him that satisfaction. Good thing, then, that there was no such risk!

Another helping of bacon and a cup of coffee later, Annika stood up and excused herself, since she had to go catch the bus - she still had some time, but hoped that if she left quickly, she wouldn't have to walk to the stop with Nathan and avoid having to interact with him.
 
4=nothing

As Annika stepped outside it was immediately apparent that today was going to be a beautiful day. The sun was beaming down with nary a cloud in the sky and birds were singing their songs in the warm winds that blow through the air that day. Said wind tugged at the teens skirt and caused it to sway in the strong breeze but thankfully didn't do much else than that, keeping her secret safe.

After a few minutes of walking, she soon arrived at the bus stop as indicated by a sign post to help both driver and students know where to meet. Additionally, next to the sign was a bench for students to wait on so they could wait comfortably while they waited. The bus stop was also next to a large grassy field too where neighborhood kids would often sit and hang out as the grass was more comfortable than the bench even. Often her step-brother would just lay down there to wait instead of sitting on the bench himself.

Currently sitting on the bench was a boy a year above her in school. He was one of the two other students that lived in this area aside from her and her brother and he wasn't the nicest of people. Often he ignored her as beneath him or was snappy and rude, often making snide remarks to people that he thought himself better than. He was tall with short blonde hair shaved close on the sides, dressed in a neatly pressed school uniform while his black backpack sat on the ground next to him.
 
Annika paused once again, as she felt the warm breeze caress her bare lower body. This was almost addicting... She was no stranger to pleasure or feeling horny, but having those feelings in public like this added a whole new level of excitement to it. With a slight blush on her face, she approached the bus stop and noticed Lyle already sitting on the bench.

That guy... Seeing him wasn't enough to sour her mood or anything, but he wasn't a happy sight, either. No need to greet him, as she expected him not to extend that courtesy either, except if he had something rude to say.

Nevertheless, she sat herself down on the bench, right next to him, surprising herself with her actions. Now, why would she do that? The answer became clear to her when she felt the relative cold of the bench, still there from the night before, seep through her skirt to the bare naked skin below, highlighting her hidden nudity. Hidden nudity... what a weird thought, everyone was naked under their clothes, it was just that she lacked one additional layer she usually had.
And yet, it made her heart beat faster to sit so close to a boy while being without panties and feeling the movements in the air on her pussy.
 
"The hell are you doing?" The boy asked, confused at the recent turn of events as he looked at Annika with a puzzled expression.

He was used to this girl avoiding him. Like not even sitting on the same bench as him sometimes kind of avoiding. Why the heck was she planting herself so close next to him now? There must be something weird going on with her or she was trying to mess with him. Either way, he wanted this weirdo away from him.

"Back off to the other side, there's plenty of space there." He snapped, practically growling at the poor teen now. She hadn't done anything yet of course but he didn't want to be associated with such an outcast.

At this point, Annika would be able to see her step-brother strolling down their sidewalk a few blocks away. Nathan got along well enough with Lyle and the two often chatted together while waiting for the bus and regularly ignored her. Sometimes though they'd take some time out of their conversation to tease her and poke fun. For now at least she just had Lyle to worry about as Nathan would be another couple of minutes before he got there.
 
"Fine, if you insist", Annika said while rolling her eyes, scooting over away from him. On the inside, she was giddy. She just talked to a boy while she wasn't wearing panties! He had absolutely no idea. ...though she did not know if he even ever thought of her that way. If he thought about her at all outside of when he made fun of her. It could well be that he only noticed the girls with the big boobs or those that wore their uniforms in a revealing way as sexual beings.

But why was she thinking about Lyle's potential interest in her now? Before today, the behavior of horny boys had been purely an annoyance for her, whether it was them overly focusing on other girls or directing their attention to her. Attention directed at her... There was Nathan, approaching the bus stop. She hated it when he tried to get a peek at her... right? Though today was different. Today she was doing something risky herself, instead of just being on the defensive.

She glanced over to Lyle, curious to see if he was glancing at her.
 
When Annika snuck a peek over at Lyle all he was doing was regarding her with a wary gaze. Her schoolmate wasn't dull by any means and was confused as to what had gotten her to act so different than she usually did. Before today she never just sat next to him, at least not willingly. What could be going on? After just a few moments though Lyle turned his suspicious look away and down the street as they waited for the bus.

Nathan on the other hand was definitely staring with interest as he approached. Bright blue eyes roamed up and down Annika's body from her chest and down to her skirt as if he was hoping for the latter to be lifted by a strong enough breeze or for his step-sister to shift her legs just right so he could catch a glimpse of what was beneath. At home he'd gotten glances of her here and there but never a good look. Not for a lack of trying of course as he thought that Annika was hot. He was definitely a lucky guy for getting her as a step-sibling.

"Hey, sis. Why didn't you wait for me, we could have walked here together!" Nathan said with a smile as he arrived, standing in front of Annika rather than sitting down.
 
Annika didn't understand herself today. How come she felt a small pang of disappointment when she saw that Lyle wasn't staring? What kind of girl was hoping to get leered at by a guy she hated...

And then Nathan arrived and more than made up for it. She could practically feel his gaze wandering over her body, a gaze intent enough that having only one layer down below felt woefully inadequate. But he couldn't see, even with the sun shining at the right angle the skirt would never magically turn transparent. Standing in front of her and looking down at her like that, he might have gotten a good view of her very modest cleavage, had she unbuttoned her shirt enough for that.

"Not my fault that you're such a slowpoke. I was last at the table and still finished more quickly. Also, who would ever want to walk with you?" Though Nathan and Lyle were likely to join forces and she usually didn't have the nerve to mouth off to Lyle quite like this, she had no problem doing it to her step-brother, no matter who was there to back him up. Except if her mom was there.
While she berated him, she fanned her face with her hand, as one did when it was hot. Only, while the sun was shining nicely, it still hadn't heated up all the cool morning air. And even with her by now persistent blush heating her face up, there was definitely no reason open the top two buttons of her shirt, as she now did without thinking.
 
"She always have this much lip?" Lyle asked Nathan as he sneered at the teen girl. As he did though his eyes did dart down to her cleavage as Annika unbuttoned it slightly before darting back up. "One of these days it's going to get her in trouble and someone is going to do something about it."

"Oh, for sure. Never a moment of peace between us at home no matter what I do." Nodded Nathan, trying to look stern but was definitely distracted by the extra couple of inches that his step-sis was opening for her top.

Even with a smaller rack the cleavage was increasingly noticeable now. It made Nathan wonder what was going on with her, his face a mixture of concern and want now. The weather wasn't even warm enough to warrant opening up a shirt a little extra. And the breeze was already strong enough that she had no need to fan herself.

"What's the matter, sis? Feeling sick?" Nathan asked, thinking that the only logical explanation. "You look like you're about to ever heat."
 
"And you look like you took a shovel to the face", she shot back, sulkily turning her head away from him. Though she only did that as a defensive maneuver, so he wouldn't get to see her intensifying blush. It made her increasingly nervous that he seemed to sense that something was off about her. And how couldn't he? Usually, it took some back and forth to elicit responses like this one from her.

Annika's hands started moving automatically again. Her body felt a little hot... so taking off the jacket should be fine, right? It was sunny anyway. She wasn't exposing anything through this. Still, it upped her latent embarrassment quite a bit to suddenly lack the additional layer up-top. But she would lose too much face, putting it back on right away. Made her seem indecisive, nervous, even more suspicious. So instead she put it in her bag.

"Why would you even think I'm sick? Geez...", she added belatedly, keeping the conversation going.
 
"Sheesh, what has your panties in a knot?" Asked her bench mate regarding her warily after her sudden outburst at her brother. She wasn't normally this aggressive outright. "Dude just asked if you're feeling okay and you snap at him?
"I don't see why you try to be nice, man." Lyle added as he turned to talk to Nathan again.

"I dunno. Just hoping that maybe we can get along I guess." Nathan grumbled, looking away from Annika now to look down the street for the bus. His demeanor had shifted now from her shovel comment. Was that really her comeback after he expressed concern? If she was going to act like that he was going to have to find a way to get back at her.
 
God dammit. Somehow, hearing both of their reactions actually made her feel a little bit bad about her insult. While she may be used to be cold toward him and other boys that annoyed her, she wasn't one of those... well, bad bitches, who casually tore down people and didn't look back. Who reveled in it, even.

She didn't know what to say to defuse the awkwardness, though, so she had no choice but to be quiet. Was it even a good idea to try to be more civil toward Nathan? Wouldn't that just encourage his behavior?

Annika felt another breeze between her legs, clamping them together and rubbing her bare thighs against each other in a fidgety motion. She was developing a kind of heat down there, her step-brother had actually been right about that. With a mix of dread and excited anticipation she wondered how her feelings would develop in the school bus, surrounded by many more people. And in school. She had a whole day ahead of her, and she'd have to brave it all while going commando...
 
An awkward silence filled the air between the three teens as they continued to wait for the bus. There wasn't really any way to follow up on what was just said so the boys just waited in silence. Soon enough though the familiar squeal of the bus's brakes rang through the air as it rounded the corner and headed their way. Lyle stood up and waited behind Nathan when he saw their transport coming, eager to get going and hang out with his friends.

When the large yellow school bus pulled up with another loud protest from the brakes, the doors quickly opened up to allow the three of them on board. Annika's brother and Lyle hurried on board and left her behind to catch up onto the bus. Despite Annika's worries about being surrounded, there were few people on the bus already. Their stop was near the beginning of the pick ups so there was still plenty of time to go. This gave Annika free reign of the seats so that she could decide wherever she wanted to sit.
 
Annika took a deep breath, hesitating only briefly before picking a random seat toward the front of the bus, and since she was considerate of other, she went to he window seat right away and put her bag in front of her legs, so someone could sit beside her when it would get fuller. This was something she usually did, but right now there was more thought behind it.

The thought of someone sitting near her while she was going commando... excited her still. Who would take the seat? One of the more quiet girls who would hardly say a word? One of those mean girls who might start talking shit about how she was wearing her uniform? Or a boy who liked to push boundaries way too much, and saw her having unbuttoned her shirt as an invitation to... to what?

To flip up her skirt, maybe?
Annika felt a hot blush coming, imagining this. Imagining her naked lower body... being exposed. Being looked at. The bare skin of her crotch... the trimmed back bush...
She imagined it happening at school, in the busy hallways. Someone running past her, flipping up her skirt and moving on before she could see them. Her bare ass being seen by who knows how many...
It would be horrible, right? Then why was the thought generating such happy, tingly feelings?
 
14=minor event

As the bus filled up with students arriving one by one, the seats slowly became more and more crowded. It was a little past the halfway mark that Rick arrived. Rick was well known in the school to be a pervert; always making obvious looks at girls' chests, sneaking upskirt photos with his phone, or if the rumors were to be trusted he would even carefully grope at girls he was with when he was sure he could get away with it.

When this scrawny boy a year her senior saw the way that Annika was dressed and all alone on the bus, he couldn't help but stare. His emerald gaze roamed blatantly up and down her unbuttoned blouse unashamed, and though her skirt was positioned so that he couldn't see anything, Rick still gazed longingly at where the hem of the cloth met her thighs.

Being the lustful pervert he was, the young man moved to sit next to Annika and smoothed down his red hair in an attempt to make it more presentable. The entire time he was of course eyeing up her body, in particular her chest. If he only knew that her bare snatch was exposed to the elements just beneath her skirt he'd have tried taking advantage of it. But instead as they were in the front and in view of most of the bus and the driver he decided to keep his leering to just a visual harassment. He might be a pervert but he wasn't a complete idiot.
 
Annika actually bit her lip when she saw that Rick was heading directly for the seat next to her, staring at her unabashedly even before sitting down. No! How could that be anything but bad! Girls kept their distance from him and loathed his behavior for a reason! Had this been a usual day, Annika would have slammed her bag down on the seat next to her the moment she saw the pervert enter the bus.
This was anything but business as usual, though.

She noticed very much that his gaze was fixated on her chest. A disapproving glance from her would not be enough to deter him, not that she could muster anything but a blushing and slightly troubled expression just now. Wasn't it maybe okay not to want to deter him? A girl could enjoy that kind of interest from a boy, couldn't she? That didn't just make her a slut or attention whore automatically.

Then maybe it would be okay to bend down and rummage in her bag like this... and while sitting back up 'accidentally' pushing up her skirt so that it comes to rest a fair bit above her knee, revealing more of her legs to him. The maneuver was pretty safe. It wasn't like it gave him any idea that she wasn't wearing panties...
 
A sigh escaped her seat-mates lips as she bent over, barring him from viewing her body. That disappointment soon turned to glee however when he saw how much her skirt had ridden up. Upon seeing that, Rick got very excited. Normally this chick brushed him off but she was just letting him look as much as he wanted.

Could they go further though? He wanted more, to have more of her revealed for his pleasure. And if her skirt was already on its way up, why not help it out? Maybe he could grab a quick pic of her panties even. That would be the perfect way to spend the rest of the bus ride.

As carefully as he could, the boy slowly grabbed the edge of Annika's skirt. With that done he then pulled at the material ever so carefully so that it would rise up even higher. It was his every intent to see what kind of panties she wore, and he would keep pulling until either stopped or he found what he was looking for.

-2 for clothing on body, -2 for Annika actively paying attention to him
15-4=11
Roll a d20. To notice him you must roll 11 or higher
 
15= She notices

It was the feeling of slight movement of fabric on her thighs that tipped Annika off, prompting her to look down and notice what Rick was trying to do. Fortunately, the horny part of her brain wasn't yet strong enough to even come close to overriding her gut reaction to seeing this happening. Her hands slammed down, gripping the skirt and smoothing it down, though only as far as her knees.

There she held it in a death grip, then regarded Rick with an angry look.
"What... were you trying to do?"
Her cheeks were bright red. He had been so close to seeing her most intimate spot... What would she have done then? How would that have felt? The excitement of the day so far had all been tied to a secret kind of exposure, but him seeing her bare crotch would be something that couldn't be taken back.
 
"Just want to get to know you better, cutie." Rick said with a sleazy smile, taking his hand that was just trying to reveal her snatch and placing it gently on top of the hand that stopped him. "People say you can tell a lot about a girl from the panties they wear. Thought it would be a good learning experience."

It was a pathetic excuse really, but it was something to be expected with this guy. He always came up with something lame to explain his poor behavior towards the fairer sex. Of course it rarely ever gave him a pass and actually got him out of trouble but he still tried anyways. As long as he got his fun though he didn't seem to care.

"So, why don't you just let me have a peek? I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"
 
Why was her brain simulating everything she heard or came up with so readily lately? She got a little woozy imagining lifting her skirt for Rick's viewing pleasure, only for him to then pull out his dick for her. As if that would ever happen!

She gasped quietly when he put his hand on top of hers. He sure wasn't shy about touching, that much was true... A moment ago, she hadn't been convinced that the rumors about him groping girls' boobs were actually true, but now? She could honestly see it.

"What makes you think I wanna see yours? Tell you what, I'll show you what's under my skirt if you guess either what kind of panties I'm wearing, or the color."
What the hell was that?! Why had that come out of her mouth... a stupid bet, where only she had something to lose? But technically, there was no way he'd guess right. Especially since he had no clue that 'nothing' was a valid answer.
 
Rick paused at her offer. It seemed too good to be true. Was this a trick of some sort that she was going to use to get him in trouble, or something else? And even if it wasn't how was he to tell that she was being truthful and just doing this to make him go away?

"How will I know if you're telling me the truth then?" He finally asked after a few long moments, eying Annika up with suspicion. "Like, if I guess the right color how am I to know you won't just say I'm wrong for the sake of the bet? I think that you should at least pull the waistband out for me to see so I can see you're being truthful at least."
 
"S-sure, whatever! I don't care if you see the waistband." She tried hard to seem confident, to seem like she was above his antics and could toy with him. But on the inside she was cursing herself for somehow digging herself deeper with every word she said. There was no waistband to show him! She just doomed herself to show him she's without panties either way! By showing him her bare hips, or...

Would... would she really honor the bet if he correctly guessed she was going commando? She could just tell him to fuck off. Likely nothing would come of a known pervert calling her liar who didn't honor her bets. This is what she argued in her head - what her hands decided, guided by this thrilling feeling inside of her, could be something else.
 
"Well, in that case...." Began her harasser, pausing to think on his guess. He had to make sure he was right as if he was mistaken then he'd never be able to see those cute panties. What kind of underwear would she wear?

"White!" Rick finally stated with confidence, grinning from ear to ear. "Now, you have to own up to the bet. Either hike up your skirt or show the waistband to prove me wrong!"
 
It was a great guess. Annika owned just one pair of cuter blue underwear she only very rarely wore, and aside from that, all of her everyday panties and bras were pretty utilitarian and white.

He was wrong, but that still didn't free Annika from her dilemma. He wouldn't let up if she didn't hold up her end of the bet, she argued. If she wanted to prevent him from trying anything more, it was actually the sensible thing to show him truth, as embarrassing as it was...

"Uhm... you're wrong. Too bad." She swallowed nervously, breathing a little more deeply. How to go about this? There was only one safe way to make him quickly see that there were no panties at all. With slightly trembling hands, she hiked up her shirt a little, exposing some of her side and belly, and then carefully slipped her skirt down on one side, exposing her entire bare hip, while using her hands to keep him from seeing anything else.
This would have been much easier if her uniform skirt had a zipper on the side.
"See... no waistband..."
 
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