A Neighborly Gesture

Vicki shook her head reproachfully, yet her voice was sympathetic "You have some issues that need to be addressed. And I'm not just talking about those clashing colors, my dear. If you keep going on like the uncontrolled little slut that you're apparently inclined to be, Lisa WILL find out. That is a certainty. Eventually you'll do something stupid to reveal yourself, and I can almost guarantee that she will NOT be amused. Is that what you want boy?"

"No ma'am," I replied in a small voice.

"You need to get this under control boy, but I don't think you can do it alone. Do you?"

"No ma'am," I answered, almost whispering.

"Well, fortunately I can help you. If you wish."

My heart leapt. I grabbed at her offer like a drowning man reaching for a life-ring. "C-could you?" I found myself falling to my knees before her. It seemed more appropriate to be looking UP into those brilliant green eyes. "Would you please...?" My tears were welling up again but I didn't care.

Vicki laid a hand gently on my shoulder. "Of course I will boy." Her voice flowed over me like sweet syrup. "All you had to do was ask."

She plucked the thin strap of my camisole up and slid it from my shoulder. The material fell away to reveal one of my breasts. She ran her hand over it. Her fingers were cool. I gave a small shudder, and this made her smile. She took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger and gently kneaded it. I felt myself becoming aroused again. I detected the musky scent of her womanhood, now tantalizingly close to my face.

"Of course there are specific things you must do in order for this to work."

She slipped the other strap off and the flimsy garment slid away. Both of my breasts were now exposed to her. She pinched my nipples, just hard enough to hurt a little.
"You must trust me completely, and not distract yourself with doubt or questions."

"Yes ma'am."