Nat's POV
"About how long is she gonna stay?" I asked, pulling my shirt over my head.
"Ten minutes to an hour," she said.
"That's not to bad," I said. "Guess how much time has passed since we got here."
"Thirty minutes?"
"Two hours," I said.
"Impossible," she said.
"Possible," I said. "So you wanna wait for her to leave to continue or?"
"Of course," she said.
"Then you won't need these," I said, snatching the panties from her hands.
"I am not not going to wear underwear," she said, trying to take it from me.
"No one will ever know," I said.
"Then I guess you won't need these," she said, taking my boxers off the bed.
"Yes I will," I said.
"What makes your case different from mine?" she asked.
"Cause I'm a dude," I said. "My boxers help hide my boner."
"To bad, so sad," she said, tossing them out of the window.
"What the hell," I said. "How am I supposed to get them when I go home?"
"They're on the tree, calm down." She said. I tossed hers out of the window.
"Oops," I said.
"Whatever," she said. "We have like two minutes. Put on your pants then help clean up."
"But why would she come in here?" I asked.
"She's weird," Rosalina said, buttoning her shorts. "Put on your pants."
"I can't," I said. "Because of you."
"What did I do?" She asked.
"You are so sensitive and squirted everywhere," I said. "You'd better clean up." I crossed my arms, and she rolled her eyes. She stormed into the bathroom, and came back with a towel. She smiled angrily, bending down.
"Don't think anything of this," she said.
She ran the towel all around, drying me up. "Happy?" She asked getting up.
"Very," I said, pulling my pants up as the doorbell rang.
"See, look what you did," she said. "Kristina's here."
"I'll clean, you stall her." I said.
"You don't know how to clean my room," she said.
"I've been here like five times, I'll figure it out," I said. She sighed, then left the room.
I opened her closet and looked around. I pulled down a new bed spread, then took the old one off. I tossed it in her hamper, then quickly put the new one on. I moved a rug from her desk and put it over the carpet stain on the floor. I heard Kristina downstairs,a and quickly rushed out.
"Hey kris," I said, running down the stairs.
"Nat?" She asked. "Why are you here? At Rosalina's house? And why were you in her room?"
"Well, Rosalina drove me home," I said, leaning on the railing. "And—"
"And he needed help, help with–" Rosalina added. "With his math homework."
"Math?" I asked. "Math, yes. I needed help. So she invited me here."
"And he wanted to use the bathroom," she said. "And the guest bathroom was clogged."
"Yes, the bathroom," I said.
"Okay," Kristina said suspiciously. "Where's you bookbags?"
"In the car," Rosalina said. "He had to pee badly."
"Yea," I said, kinda angrily.
"Well, let's do some homework," Kristina said.
"Let's just go get our bags," I said, grabbing Rosalina's arm. We walked outside and to her car. "What the hell Rosalina?"
"I thought it was a pretty good excuse," she said.
"It was, expect I'm acing math," I said. "I'm in a math class above you."
"We'll pretend," she said.
"We're going to have to tell her the truth," I said.
"The whole truth or just parts of the truth?"
"Parts, I'm not stupid," I said.
"You tell her," she said, opening her car.
"You tell her," I said, taking my bag.
"You," she said as we went back towards the door.
"You," I whispered when she opened the door.
So, while we were working, my phone vibrated in the silence. I looked down at the message.
Rosalina: You tell her.
Nat: You tell her.
Rosalina: You tell her or else.
Nat: I'm not scared of you.
Rosalina: -_-
I put my phone down and continued working. Until I felt something odd, at least for the moment. I looked at Rosalina, who smiled at me. "Your evil," I mouthed. I looked down, looking stupid her perfectly small and soft hand rubbing on my now exposed dick. See, it only worked like that because Kristina was on one side of the counter and we were on the other. And now I had to fight the urge to—never mind. I grabbed her hand, holding it up. "Stop it," I mouthed. She tilted her head towards Kristina. She pulled her hand back to her side and continued with her work.
Yes, I decided to fight fire with fire. So I may have moved my hand over her shorts, and slowly rubbed her. It was just a little push, to get her to do it. Her head shot up, and then she looked straight at me. I mocked her evil smile, moving faster. And then, when I slipped a finger under her shorts, she snapped.
"Kristina," she said suddenly. "There's something I need to tell you."