Katie Calls the Shots, Part Two

Flushing a furious crimson all over, Katie's big sister threw herself back down in her seat, but only long after I and the whole of the café had learned she wore matching white knickers underneath her tennis skirt. She couldn't have known how thunderstruck the revelation had left me. I'd had to freeze, knowing full well that at a sight like that, the least little twitch of my hand would have brought on a sensation with which I was only too familiar. Even now, I hardly dared breathe!

However, although I was still painfully stiff in my tight underpants, the immediate danger was past. My head was spinning.

"You know I'm saving my intimacy for one special boy," Katie's sister sniffled pathetically at her. "And now you've shown everyone in this café."

A waitress came over - and not to throw us out, surprisingly enough! "What can I get for you?" she asked, rather dubiously.

"I'm not buying him anything," declared the big sister, casting me a foul look. "He's not beaten me at tennis, and he couldn't either!"

"Oh, that's so mature," scoffed Katie. "Don't worry, sweetie, we can share," she added to me, then proceeded to order a dessert for eight people. Once the waitress had gone, Katie jumped up and scampered round to my side of the table to sit down beside me. The smell of gone-off fruit cocktail which clung to her and her dingy tennis whites was bringing me close to a swoon, and the cheesy grin on her too-near freckled face doubly so. It had only been a week since Katie became the girl I'd been nearest to of all, and this was the first time I'd seen and smelled her since. Briefly she glanced over the tea-things at her sister.

"Are you still here?" Katie exclaimed. "Go and wee or something. We'll let you know when it's time to pay."

Fuming and pink, Katie's sister banged the palm of her hand primly on the tablecloth then swept off to the girls’ bathroom, giving me another look at that too-short tennis skirt bumping on her huge butt. It was nice, but nicer still was where Katie slid her little hand next. My eyes closed, and I slowly heaved a shuddering breath.

“Wow, takes more than seeing her grubby knickers, then!” commented the girl. “Good for you. Feels like you drew pretty close though!”

“I’m going to now if you keep that up,” I told her throatily, and meant it. Her stuffiness was positively suffusing my nostrils, and I couldn’t resist. I felt that if she didn’t do something with her hand which was there, I was going to use mine. It would have been so lovely to pop, with the smell of Katie taking over my world.

“Tell you what,” said she. “You're allowed to, if I can get her to share more of her intimacy. Call it a double-dare. First glimpse you get of her bare bumcheeks, it’s on!”

So saying she whipped her essence away, leaving me reeling, and resumed her seat next to her sister’s. Taking her tennis club pin again she put it down on the neighbouring chair-cushion, and I scarcely needed to be able to see it to know it was point-upwards. Then Katie waited, all innocence with her hands neatly folded in front of her, as her big sister returned from the bathroom and sat down.

“OOH!”

In a twinkling she was back on her feet again. That tennis skirt was way too short for sudden movements, and you couldn’t have asked for a better look at those prissy white knickers stretching hard to cover both halves of her bum. Katie didn’t hesitate, but shot out both hands and dragged the overtaxed underthings down.

That was surely the clearest view of two big pink quivering girl-cheeks this little establishment had ever known. Good for Katie, completing her half of the dare!

END OF PART TWO