He’s standing outside my window with his pants down and his cock out—and I made him do it! She imagined going out to him then, naked; imagined taking off the rest of his clothes; imagined rubbing herself against him, feeling his cock against her…oh god. And she knew now what she had to do. Her white bra and panties glowed in the late afternoon light, even as she continued to stand in his shadow. She’d thrown a quick, panicked glance behind her, looking for a stain coming through the back of her skirt—none, thank god—and then walked, slowly, putting her feet down with great care, as if in a posture class, not daring to look down for fear of seeing a shining trickle on her calf or a trail of tiny drops on the floor, until she finally made her way to the nearest bathroom, dashing into the nearest stall to blot herself dry with toilet paper. It made her want to shock him some more. And she wasn’t done with him yet. Indeed, they had even fallen somewhat—she could see a triangular section of his underwear, white against the faded blue.
