Downfall/Force yourself to stop
From Create Your Own Story
You can’t occupy the bath any longer. You fight the urge to finish the job. You put on your T-shirt. After a moment’s hesitation, you pull your shorts over the panties. You can’t walk back to your room with a fresh pair of boxer shorts in hand; thus, you put them into the laundry sack.
You pass through the main area. Neither Julianne nor Debra are there, so you don’t need to worry that someone notices what you are wearing under your shorts. The panties press nicely against your cock, every step stimulates the head. When you open the door to your room, your heart beats quickly. You feel like there is a large neon sign floating above your head, announcing that you wear panties. At least, your boner isn't visible through your shorts (not that you wouldn't trade it for a large cock instantly, but you know - when life gives you limes, make lime-onade... or something).
"The bathroom is free, Kir," you say. You nonchalantly walk over to the bed. Be casual, be casual. You sit down on the bed.
"What’s up with you?" Kirsten asks.
"What do you mean?"
"You are acting weird. What’s wrong?"
"Nothing. What are you talking about?"
"Look at you. You come into the room, walking like someone from Monty Python, and now you are sitting like you shit yourself in the pants. Come on, tell me."
"There is nothing. Stop looking at me." Kirsten practices her ‘stare of truth’ on you. She thinks that if she stares long enough, you cannot prevent to give yourself away. You lead her to believe her technique is working, because it normally doesn’t. Today, though, you find it hard to keep a straight face. Your heart rate resembles that of a hummingbird, and you can hear your blood rushing in your ears. It takes a lot of mind work to keep your face from giving her tells. Did it work?
"Fine then," Kirsten says. She grabs her stuff, and leaves. When she has closed the door behind her, you release a deep sigh. Your heart rate slowly returns to normal. You are going to have to put your PJs on before Kirsten returns. You walk over to the wardrobe and open your side to get your pajama. You remove your shirt and shorts, then hesitate. Kirsten’s side of the wardrobe is just one opening of a door away. Are you going to peep inside?
| Status | ||
| State of Clothing | Red panties |
Contacts |
| Inventory | Shirt; Shorts | |
| Surroundings | Share a room with Kirsten | |
