Catching a Magic Friend's Favor (UseAlex and Zero Frame)

[UseAlex]

What am I doing...? I look at myself in the mirror again, wearing the absolutely tiny string bikini that I bought on a whim earlier today. The fabric covers my tight, virgin, and perfectly hairless pussy, but just barely. I spin around and take a look at my ass in it.

That does it, I might as well be naked for how much of my soft, plump rear that it shows. There is absolutely no way I could ever in a million years go outside wearing this, but... As I turn back around, my full C-cup breasts bounce just a touch. I feel myself getting turned on at the sight of myself.

I pull out my phone and turn on the camera. I do the half spin again, showing off my figure as I record it all. Turning back to face the mirror, I take my chest in my hand and give myself a seductive squeeze. I finally loose my nerve and stop recording. I can't believe I actually did that...

No, this is ridiculous. Still distracted, I immediately delete the video and put my phone down, starting to take the bikini off so I can return it. I get dressed in my usual short skirt and tight t-shirt that shows off my midriff, pack the bikini up and head out again to the mall to return it, completely unaware that perhaps I should have paid a little more attention as I was deleting that video...

 

[Zero Frame]

What am I doing...? I look at myself in the mirror again, wearing the absolutely tiny string bikini that I bought on a whim earlier today. The fabric covers my tight, virgin, and perfectly hairless pussy, but just barely. I spin around and take a look at my ass in it.

That does it, I might as well be naked for how much of my soft, plump rear that it shows. There is absolutely no way I could ever in a million years go outside wearing this, but... As I turn back around, my full C-cup breasts bounce just a touch. I feel myself getting turned on at the sight of myself.

I pull out my phone and turn on the camera. I do the half spin again, showing off my figure as I record it all. Turning back to face the mirror, I take my chest in my hand and give myself a seductive squeeze. I finally loose my nerve and stop recording. I can't believe I actually did that...

No, this is ridiculous. Still distracted, I immediately delete the video and put my phone down, starting to take the bikini off so I can return it. I get dressed in my usual short skirt and tight t-shirt that shows off my midriff, pack the bikini up and head out again to the mall to return it, completely unaware that perhaps I should have paid a little more attention as I was deleting that video...

I was just working through a research proposal, though not one that would be commonly acknowledged by most colleges or universities. My glasses often slid off of my face, a face that wasn't one for overt expressions of emotion. Part of that had to do with being on the fringes of my social circles. After all, while I wasn't a complete geek or outcast, I wasn't one to attend every function and event.

I definitely missed out by not being around like the rest, but my other work was important to me. It had to come first, not that anyone else would really understand. My phone's notification light flickered, normally something I would ignore but someone had managed to catch me at a good time to take a break. I checked my messages, seeing a short video clip pop into view. Was this who I thought it was?

I did a double take before making sure to back up the video to my phone as well as one of my cloud storage accounts--one couldn't be too careful with windfall like this. As she cupped her breast I twitched, feeling a discomfort in my pants as my member swelled with arousal. We were friends, but I wasn't going to pretend that she wasn't attractive--I wasn't the kind of man who sanitized my relationship with women. I'd bring this video up later, but for now, I was devising a new project to work on to pass the time.

First, based on the video, she was probably taking the bikini back to the mall. I checked social media for any clues as to where she might have gone and touched my computer monitor and whispered a short incantation. Using my monitor the same way one would use a crystal ball was a small leap, and soon I was able get a clear image of my friend, tight little outfit and all. The skirt she wore was very short to begin with, while her top was as tight as anything I'd seen her wear whenever we were out with mutual friends.

I began to consult a series of spells that I had devised myself, though it wouldn't take full effect for some time, it would prove to be a great way to entertain myself while also testing some of my own theories. I could manipulate things subtly to start, so I waited for her to pass by a group of teenagers as I inched her top up, raising my hands as a conductor of an orchestra would while sitting in the room I liked to call my study.

Her shirt slowly rolled up, exposing her midriff and the lower cleft of her breasts, or her bra if she had decided to put one on before heading out. The young men started to chat among themselves when one of them called out to her.

"Yo! Want me to help you get out of your shirt?" The young man said, laughing while his other friends snickered and stared.

 

[UseAlex]

I hadn't even noticed that my shirt was rolling up. It was so slow and subtle that it sneaked by me. When I hear his voice, I didn't even think he was speaking to me, but I soon looked down and saw my light pink bra on display. The fabric was rolled, rather than bunched up, which seemed totally implausible to me. I quickly push it back down, blushing furiously and ducking around a corner away from the eyes of the teenagers.
"What the heck?!"
I test the rim of my shirt, but it shows no signs whatsoever of what might have caused that. I flatten it against my skin, look around me to see if anyone else is in line of sight then continue walking, a tiny grimace now on my face. Embarrassing, but I guess it wasn't too bad. Not that I'll ever see those teenagers again. Still, I keep a close eye on my shirt to make sure it doesn't happen again.

 

[Zero Frame]

Her reaction was about what he expected, noting that she noticed that something was off about how her shirt had crept up. I always had a feeling that June was the type to become flustered easily, but to actually see her responses play out was worth the trouble this caused him alone. Sure, other practitioners of magic might have something to say about this, but it wasn't as if anyone had kept their hands clean in their pursuit of greater knowledge and their own selfish desires.

"As if they would dare to sanction me. I'm not even breaking any rules..." I said to himself as I watched my friend on the screen in front of me. It was best to wait for another opportunity to arise, but in the meantime, it wouldn't do any harm to send her a text. Maybe see if she has any plans for later.

"Hey June! It's Ollie. Anything going down later today, my schedule opened up suddenly." I couldn't help but smile to myself as I hit 'send', as if she knew the reason why I was free, she might think differently of me. Not that I particularly minded what others thought, as no one outside of a select few would every really know everything about my life and what I plan on accomplishing. I focused my attention on her skirt next, slowly nudging the fabric higher on her waistline as she went about her business.

I wanted to see the barest hint of her plump ass below the hemline, something that would give passersby a reason to look twice, but nothing that should be an immediate cause for concern like the last stunt. I briefly left the monitor unattended, grabbing a snack and an energy drink from my kitchen, as I needed to stay sharp if I wanted this to be more than just an extended school prank. I wanted to see just how far I cold push my luck and maybe I would get to see something amazing in return.

 

[UseAlex]

I pull out my phone when I get the text, but I am totally oblivious to my skirt misbehaving. I stop walking and stand in place while I text back, tipping up on my toes occasionally in a cute stance and inadvertently making it look like I'm intentionally drawing attention to my rear end. My skirt gets higher and higher until the edge of my ass was clearly visible, the hanging skirt swaying from side to side, but not coming close to covering it up. I had my panties on, of course, keeping anyone from seeing anything too embarrassing, but enough was visible on either side that I would be bright red if I had known.

"Sure, I'm just returning something to the mall, then I'll be free all day!"

I slipped my phone back into my purse and continued walking. Now anyone that had caught a glimpse of me was treated to the sight of my ass shifting seductively in a sexy cyclical movement, rubbing together and, of course, bouncing the slightest bit with each step.