Chapter 365: Notice 2

Sophia had gotten one pink leg on and was already in trouble. Her stocking was thinner than Lia’s. It rolled instead of sitting flat. It caught at her knee, then at her thigh, and would not stay where she put it.

"Mine is doing something else. It’s catching."

Lia walked over. The floor was cool under her feet. The black stocking moved with her thighs, and the crotch panel rubbed her with every step.

Sophia’s eyes dropped to that movement before she could stop them. Lia took the pink edge out of her hands.

"Hold still. Yours is thinner. If you yank it, it’s going to twist."

She pulled slowly.

The pink mesh slid up Sophia’s thighs and settled over the white panties with almost no weight.

Sophia made a small sound and closed her fingers on Lia’s wrist, then let go.

The cloth was so fine that the white triangle between her legs showed immediately.

Lia could see the faint seam of Sophia’s pussy through the panties, a soft little split, and the way the pink mesh had already sunk into it.

She kept pulling. Over the hips. Up the stomach. Sophia pushed her arms through herself, awkward, twin tails falling into her face.

The last stretch went over her chest and flattened the white bra against her. Her small breasts sat high and obvious.

The nipples came through both layers as two tight pink points.

She tried to tug the pink off her chest. It snapped back and stuck to her nipples, outlining them.

Sophia looked at herself in the strip of window glass. She could see the white panties, the shape of her ass, the small mound of her pussy, even the dip at the top of her slit.

"I can see everything. I can see my... I can see all of it."

"That’s because yours is more see-through than mine," Lia said. She turned sideways so Sophia could see the difference.

The black on her had a slight shine. It held her tits and ass and made them heavier.

The pink on Sophia clung like wet paper. It made her look smaller and more exposed at the same time. "The Light didn’t give us the same thing."

Sophia wrapped her arms around her own ribs, then dropped them when she realized that only pushed her breasts up and made her nipples poke harder and sensitive.

"I can’t go out like this. He’s going to look right at it."

"That’s the offering," Lia said. She glanced down at her own crotch, where the green panties and black mesh had settled into a tight cambered line. "Come on. She’s hoping we go first so she doesn’t have to walk in alone."

"I wanted her to go first."

"Too late." Lia took Sophia’s wrist, not hard, only enough to keep her from stopping in the doorway. "Before you talk yourself out of it."

They walked out back to Lia’s room.

Lor was still sitting relaxed where they last saw him. He looked up when the floor creaked.

Lia came in first.

Deep green bra, full breasts moving when she stopped just inside the light, nipples two dark points under the cloth.

The panties showed through at the crotch, pulled so tight he could see the fat outline of her pussy and the line where the lips met. Her ass filled the mesh. Her thighs looked thicker in it.

The freckles on her shoulders showed through the straps. She stood there like she wanted to swear at him and could not find the first word.

Lor’s cock stirred at once.

Sophia stepped in behind her and immediately tried to cover her chest with her hands. The pink stocking made that useless. White bra underneath. Small breasts.

Nipples stuck to the cloth, visibly stiff. The white panties were a neat little triangle, and the pink mesh had sunk between her legs enough that the soft shape of her pussy sat out in the open.

She stopped a step short of Lia and looked at the floor.

"Don’t," she said, without looking up. "Don’t say anything."

Lor did not say anything. He looked anyway.

"Where is Olivia?"

A minute later the other door opened.

Olivia had meant to wait until the stocking sat right. It would not sit right. Every time she pulled the green mesh down over her hip, the crotch panel climbed back into her.

She stood behind the door with one hand on the frame and felt the cream panties drawn tight between her lips, the seam of her pussy printed on the outside of the cloth. Her nipples were already up. She could see them.

That was the part she hated most.

The fact that her body had gotten there first.

She told herself to walk.

Her thumb was still hooked in the mesh at her hip when she stepped into the hall.

One more tug.

The stocking came down over her ass and took the cream panties with it for a second, then snapped back into the split of her.

Heat went through her stomach. She almost turned around.

Lia’s voice started in the front room. Olivia walked before she could hear the end of it.

The tighter weave made every step feel slower than it was. Her breasts moved late, heavy in the cream bra, nipples dragging against both layers.

She shortened her stride because if she walked normally the panel rubbed.

Halfway across the room she had to stop. She turned half away from Lor and used two fingers to pull the mesh out of her ass.

It did not stay.

When she faced the room again she knew what they could see. How tight the stocking looked on her and the fact that she had just touched herself in front of them to fix it.

"Yours... It’s worse. How did you even fit into it."

Olivia slapped Lia’s hand away before it could touch the strap on her shoulder.

"I know. I had to roll it on. It wouldn’t go over my chest the first time."

Do not look at him.

She looked past his ear instead. Her ears were hot.

She could feel Lia looking. She could feel Sophia looking away and then back. She could feel Lor without looking at him.

"Can we start," she said breaking the silence.

It came out thinner than she wanted.