*********************** For the second night in a row Elaine slept naked. It felt nice. Kind of free and decadent at the same time. The pleasure she f...elt at the discovery didn't last long. Getting ready for class, pulling her ridiculous skirt up her bare legs made her feel self-conscious. Two simple buttons at the front kept it clinging to her hips. The light cotton garment hugged her for a couple of inches, then the skirt part had extra material that flounced outward. Swallowing, Elaine opened. " "...I don't care..." It sounded like they were talking about me, but that could well have been the hormones talking. Halfway through the first period, we were leading by two. I found myself standing next to her, but I hadn't moved. "We're winning," she said."Yes, we are," I said. She turned to me. I noticed that she had removed her jacket and pulled her shirt tighter around her chest, revealing a lot of cleavage. She had grown bold. "Do you remember me?" I was pretty sure I knew what she. " Then we must go forth and confront this dragon. As you can see, with us is Sir George who is pure of soul and a fierce force in his own right." Make it so."Grace piped in, "Now you've got him quoting Jean-Luc Piccard."We mounted up and rode off with all the speed we could handle. Since nightfall was enveloping us after we rode a distance, we took up lodging at an inn by the road. We enjoyed a hearty meal cooked to perfection and consumed a few tankards of ale. Grace mentioned that maybe we. I slowly pulled down her shorts, all the while feeling her skin as I pushed the shorts down. When I was half way down to her thighs the realisation hit me that she was not wearing any underwear. Realising that I had reached the limit of my arm’s reach, she wiggled and shook the shorts the rest of the way off. The wiggling had brought about the clichéd scenario: my cock sprung to life and slipped out of the opening of my boxers. Trying to ignore the predicament I was in as much as possible, we.