Andy to Amy

"It's still there," she said.

"Duh! of course it is!" I replied. What was she expecting?

"It's because you don't have any knickers on. If you did it would be kept down." She had a point. "Put some on."

Automatically I reached for my underwear, lying discarded on the floor to my side, but Nikki stopped me. "No," she said. "Use these."

She half turned and reached down to pick up - of all things - the very pair of knickers that had started all of this in the first place. A pair of white cotton knickers with pink flowers printed on them, and a pink satin bow at the front. I simply longed to touch them.

"But they're yours," I said. I was sharp that day!

"I know. Put them on," she said, holding them out for me to step into. I raised my right foot and stepped into the garment, putting my hand on her shoulder to steady myself. Then, after I had repeated the manoeuvre with my left foot, Nikki drew the diaphanous garment slowly up my claves and past my knees. She paused only briefly to change her grip as her hand disappeared under my dress and then I felt the soft fabric caress the cheeks of my buttocks and then cup my genitals. Had I not just masturbated, I would have been instantly hard. As Nikki snugged the garment home the back of her hand rubbed across my still sensitive penis making my jump a little. "Sorry," she said with a mischievous grin. "Accident!" Yeah. Right. "That seems to have done the trick."

I looked in the mirror and sure enough the out of place lump was now gone and all that was there was a perfectly flat fronted dress. The image was complete.

"You look great, Amy," she said.