sr71plt
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“The school,” he mumbled.
Her eyes widened at his words. It was hard for him to think because she kept tugging the sides of her pleated skirt with her fingertips, causing the hemline to slowly rock across the front of her thighs. Not only that, but her arms kept nudging up against the outside perimeters of her round apples.
Pausing to moisten up his drying mouth, he swallowed before continuing.
“Shouldn't you be wearing gym shorts under your skirt? The school has to have some kind of regulations,” he solidly asked her.
Her eyes reflected the received question. She quit rocking her fingers about the skirt's hemline, which was good, because the continuing visual effect was beginning to make his stressed muscles feel bothersome.
“Oh. Yes, Mr B,” came her nodded response, a bit of guilt reflecting off her eyes,” We do have to wear those awful shorts.”
She paused, letting her words sink into his brain. She brought her arms up to her torso crossing her wrists just under her breasts to gently nudge at their undersides, bending her waist slightly a little towards him.
“Truthfully though,” her feathery tone grew a bit quieter.
He didn't realize it himself but her lowered tone had caused him to take a step closer, also slightly leaning his chest forward into the conversation.
“Those shorts are little too restricting. I prefer the feel of my cotton panties when practicing my cheers,” she explained.
Frank's blood pressure elevated to nigh near heart failure. Suggestive movies of panties clinging about her rear as her thighs worked under her skirt flitted on his brain.
“Sometimes Mr. B,” the feathers in her voice grew even fainter as she leaned in more.
Sometimes?
She clenched her tongue between her front teeth, her intense gaze locked straight onto his.
“I don't like to wear anything.”
Some problems, though. The "solidly asked" is both jarring and unclear, and the other two marked aren't dialogue slugs and produce run-on sentences.