NOVEL NEXT Ch 1.41: ❤ Apology
Prisma’s skirt fell to the ground, revealing the tops of her legs. They were still mostly covered by her black socks, socks squishing at her thighs, but it was still the most of Prisma’s body Elaina had ever seen at once, and the bottoms of Prisma’s black, lacy panties peeking out from below her shirt only enchanted her more as Prisma bent over to undo her boots. Elaina was enraptured by the sight as Prisma stepped out of her shoes, picking them up with her skirt and placing them on the bed before standing up and looking at Elaina. Her eyes were inscrutable, some conflict swirling inside of them, but her face was flushed red.
“Uhm, should I take my clothes off too?” Elaina asked.
Prisma hesitated a second before nodding. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Alright.” Elaina unbuttoned her still wet jacket, shrugging it off to the ground. Prisma stared directly at her chest, and Elaina felt herself boiling with excitement at the thought. She glanced down herself, fingers going to her skirt’s clasp, and saw just how on display she was. She can see practically everything. It was bright from the crystal light in here too, not like outside when Flora had seen them in the overcast darkness. And I’m not wearing anything under my skirt either.
She looked back up at Prisma, at the girl still staring at her chest. Prisma was breathing heavily now, her tie held in one hand, shirt unbuttoned at the top, giving Elaina only the barest view of Prisma’s gorgeous cleavage. Gods, she has perfect breasts. Elaina had always thought her own were just a bit too large, but Prisma’s were nothing short of or greater than spectacular.
But it wasn’t the time for admiring; it was time for showing. Elaina’s hands trembled as she reached into her skirt, failing to find hold on the clasp. She stilled her breathing and focused, grabbing the small metal piece and pulling it, releasing the restraint, but holding her skirt together with her hands. Looking up, seeing Prisma’s longing gaze at her skirt, she let go.
It fell to the ground, a wet thump ringing out in the room. Elaina stood there, legs closed, hiding most of everything with her own thick thighs, as Prisma gawped at her bare legs. And Elaina had to keep them closed, couldn’t bear to bare more yet. There was something about the whole situation, them stripping separately to lead up to the finale, that was driving her wild, moisture pooling up and dripping down her inner thighs. She stepped forward out of her skirt, still keeping her legs together as best she could. “So, what next?” she asked.
Prisma was still gawping at Elaina’s bare legs. “Why did you take off your panties too?” She looked behind Elaina, at the pile of clothes, and then backed up, covering her own crotch with her hands. “Wait, were you not wearing underwear at all today?”
Elaina covered in between her own legs with her hands as well, also backing up. “I told you I had a laundry issue!” She felt her foot catch something, the leg of Prisma’s bed, tried to recover, and then slipped on her own wet skirt still on the floor, tumbling to the ground. She was lying there, on her back, in the middle of Prisma’s room, legs splayed, wearing only a completely transparent shirt, Prisma looking down on her with the reddest face Elaina had seen in her entire life. Gods she looks cute.
“I— You—” Prisma couldn’t get any more words out, stammering broken syllables as Elaina struggled to her feet, feeling herself grow redder, grow hornier by the second. It was too much. She needed to be touched, by herself or Prisma, one or the other. She started reaching in between her legs to—
“Just take these and put them on!” Prisma said, holding clothes in front of Elaina as she looked to the side, face still blood red.
“What?” Elaina asked. She’d hit her head, but not hard enough to confuse her as much as she was right now.
“Here,” Prisma said, shoving them into Elaina’s arms. Elaina took them, holding them in front of her pussy to hide herself somewhat. Both girls were terribly red, burning as they stood there. Prisma eventually took in a deep breath and knelt down.
She bowed, placing her head and hands on the ground, the sight driving Elaina’s mind mad. Prisma was on the floor in only her shirt, underwear, and those thigh-high socks, bowing. Elaina could see nearly her entire backside from this position, the high cut giving her a lovely preview of those perfectly shaped cheeks. “Uhm, Prisma, what are you doing?”
The girl remained there a moment, prostrating herself for Elaina’s view before finally speaking. “Elaina, I’m so sorry for what I did. It was terrible, horrible, cruel… I thought I didn’t have a choice, but that’s no excuse. I should have fought for you, done whatever it took to convince them to just leave you alone, but I was too much of a coward.
“I’ve hated myself every day since. For doing it, for how I felt doing it, for taking that stupid picture at the end… I mean, you didn’t look stupid of course, you looked so… Gods, it’s fucked of me to even think that you looked— You were terrified, not cute!”
Prisma looked up, pursing her lips together, tears welling in her blue eyes. “I know we can’t be friends after what I did, Elaina. Even if I hadn’t, there’s still the other stuff… So it’s selfish of me to ask, but can you ever forgive me?”
Well, it was certainly an effective way of apologizing. To the person laying on the floor in front of her, Elaina could have forgiven just about anything. “I can.”
“Thank the gods.” Prisma stood up, pulling her shirt down as she did, eyes nearly as red as her face now. “I’ll turn around while you get dressed, I suppose.” Her eyes were still looking at Elaina’s chest.
“Wait, get dressed?”
“Uhm, yes? That’s why you’re here.”
Elaina looked down, slowly realizing something, that the clothes in her hands were dry. “Wait, are these yours?”
“Well, yeah,” Prisma said, brows furrowing. “I know you don’t have a spare uniform set anymore, so I’m giving you mine. You don’t deserve to walk around soaking wet, after all… Once you put those on, I’ll grab you one of my spare shirts from the dresser.”
Elaina blinked. “Right, because you cut mine up.”
Prisma looked away, shame in her eyes again. “Yeah, cause I did that. My jacket may be a little tight, but I wear my skirt a bit longer than you anyway, so it should fit even though you’re a bit taller.”
“Oh, uhm…” Elaina was starting to realize that she may have misunderstood the situation, blood rushing to her cheeks. “I actually got a replacement uniform though. I, uhm, thought we were doing something else right now.”
“But— but you’re still wearing the soaked one? Because I ruined your spare, right?”
“No, uhm, I was still outside for a little bit. I just hadn’t had time to change yet.” She started playing with the clothes in her hand, fidgeting with the fabric.
“Elaina. What ‘something else’ did you think we were doing?” Prisma’s wide eyed stare was demanding an answer from Elaina even more than Tira could.
“Well, I mean, you invited me up to your room and started stripping, said I should strip myself—”
“Out.” The word was soft, but commanding.
“Right, I’ll, uhm.” Elaina shuffled over and gave Prisma her clothes back, turning around and running back to her own clothes.
“And why is your ass so red!” Prisma asked from behind.
Elaina pulled her skirt back up, heart pounding in her chest. “Laundry issue!” She ran to the door with her jacket in her hand, fumbling to get the door open. “Uhm, it’s stuck,” she said, turning around.
Prisma’s eyes were overflowing with rage, her cheeks radiating embarrassment as she held one hand over her chest and her skirt in front of her waist with the other. “The key,” she said.
Elaina looked down, remembering Prisma had left it in the lock. She twisted it, pulling it out and placing it on the nightstand. “Well, I’ll be going now, uhm, thanks for having me.” She winced, shaking her head as she ran out into the hall.
“What the stars do you think ‘acquaintances’ means!” Elaina heard from beyond the door as she slammed it shut and darted off, pulling her jacket on as she flew down the dorm stairs. She ran through the common room holding it closed over her chest, ignoring the stares as she made her way out into the school halls.
She slowed, catching her breath once she was out of sight of anyone. Her pussy was throbbing, begging to be touched, but she had to wait. Gods, she saw everything. She sprinted all the way back to her own common room, running through and up to her own room.
She threw the door open, startling Carline who jumped up from her own bed with a squeak. “Elaina! Are you okay? What happened?”
“No time,” Elaina said, pulling her jacket off and throwing it to the ground. “I need you to watch me fuck myself.” She used her aspect to release her skirt, it falling to the floor again with another wet thump as her fingers dove into her bare pussy.