She touched the pink skin beneath her hand lightly, making Jennifer blush and draw her leg back. But Diana merely stretched her arm a little further, and continued to caress her.
"So dirty…" came the hushed whisper. Jennifer looked into her blue eyes, but Diana's gaze was fixed on her long skirt, now pulled up to the brown-haired girl's thigh. "How will we ever get that stain out?" she wondered to herself.
The caressing hand traveled upward, going underneath the fabric, and stopping to rest on spotless white cotton panties. Jennifer's breath quickened, but she kept her eyes on Diana's face, judging whether to try and get away or not. The freckled girl was calm, her mouth forming into a small smile. Of course she realized the other girl was looking at her in horror, that she didn't like this little game she wanted to play, but she didn't acknowledge it.
"I…" Jennifer's voice cracked, "I can wash it out myself."
At this Diana did look up at her, arching an eyebrow. Then, she removed her hand from the other's privates and got up to exit the room.
"Alright," Diana said as she departed, a wistful sigh leaving her. "I'll leave it to you."
Jennifer breathed out in relief, and nodded, though Diana couldn't see her now. She didn't notice when Meg and Eleanor ran out.