The BBQ – Chapter 5
Amelia, now braless, rejoined her guests on the back deck. Everyone was talking and laughing across the expansive backyard. Amelia meandered from one conversation to the next, always keeping a watchful eye on her two troublemakers. She was completely involved in a conversation with Scott and some other students, when she started as an unexpected hand touched her shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to scare you dear. Just hoping I could steal you for a brief moment. You guys don’t mind if I borrow my wife do you?” came dripping like sweet honey from Professor’s lips. All heads indicated approval of him excusing himself and his wife, as he gently took her by the arm and led her to an area in the middle of the yard, where no one was currently standing. He leaned in and whispered softly in her ear, “Your outfit doesn’t satisfy me either”. Clearly he knew of the “adjustments” made by Richard. “I want your panties off in the next 60 seconds, and you are not allowed to move a single step from where you stand right now.”
“What? I can’t possibly…” she mumbled with a tone of panic in her voice.
“Tick-Tock my dear. Only 52 seconds left.” He smiled, turned to his left, waved another friend over and began talking.
Calm down and think, Amelia, she frantically told herself. She quickly decided on a plan of action. She began by tucking her shirt into her skirt. While it appeared as a slight garment adjustment, actually she used the opportunity to shove her panties down over her hips, keeping them from falling to the ground by squeezing her thighs together. She could feel them loosely hanging just above her knees, but she was running out of time. In one smooth motion, she parted her thighs, releasing the panties, as she squatted to the ground, pretending she was looking for something in the grass. A quick flourish of her skirt gave the cover she needed to slip the panties off each foot, ball them in her hand, and nonchalantly stuff them into her pocket as she stood up again.
Professor, never interrupting the conversation he was having, gave a quick sideways glance and a slight upturn of his mouth, letting her know that she had accomplished his assignment and met with his approval.
She smiled back, turned, and quickly walked away.
The party was now in full swing. More guests had arrived than predicted. There was food, conversation, music and laughter swirling all around the yard. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Amelia was almost gliding as she walked through the backdoor, into the kitchen, to refill a bowl of chips that had been emptied. She made it exactly one and a half steps through the door when she was grabbed from behind by a set of strong arms that encircled her waist and covered her mouth. She let out a muffled squeal and was quickly dragged through a nearby door into an unoccupied guest bedroom. She was spun around to face the bed and thrown forward, landing face first on the pristine duvet. She then heard the distinct click of the door being locked behind her.
To be continued…