I never saw Jane after that for the rest of the day. She had probably decided that it was better not to cross paths with me after what had happened. I could feel my anger fading away as well. I knew the number of times I had hidden things from her because the people concerned didn’t want me to reveal anything. I went back to my room after class to find another string, ensuring to tie it around my waist in a triple knot, to avoid risking the incidents in the morning.
I had to go to the lab that day, in order to continue with my project. It was definitely not a one man’s work, due to the amount of observations required and the complexity of the equipment. At least two people were required for any experiment. Of course, James worked to my advantage here but it was still a rather embarrassing thing to be spending the night with someone you don’t know that much, dressed in promiscuous clothing.
As I was walking along the corridor to the lab, I met the bitch once again.
“Hey Rachel,” she said, with her smile all over her face.
I decided not to play rough as she seemed to have a sharp pocket knife in her hand.
“Hey Jane, nice to know you keep stuff from me,” I said, anyway.
“Oh Rachel…come here you babydoll,” she said, walking over to me and giving me a hug, her arms draping over me, to cup the bottom of my asscheeks, which were bared under the shorts.
I instantly broke into tears, her act of warmth having some kind of effect on me. “How could you do this to me, Jane? Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked her, choking on my own voice.
“I promise you … I will not let you down. Today will work out to your favor, okay?”
I felt one of her hands leave my asscheek for a while, before returning back. I smiled at her, before letting go of the hug.
After that, Jane and I parted. As I walked over to the lab, I felt my shorts droop down a little. I looked down at my shorts and knew immediately what the pocket knife had been used for. The string had been cut and removed, leaving me, once again, in loose shorts.
My eyes widened as I realized that a pocket knife could be used to do more than just cutting of a string. I used my hands and pressed down on the front of my shorts, over my pussy.