Lap of Luxury

Vee wrinkled her nose, leaning in closer to Bibi as if sharing a deep, scandalous secret. "Why does he hang around with such disgusting swamp creatures? Like Bishop and Aiden Finn." She shuddered dramatically.

Bibi tilted her head, lips curling into a knowing smirk. "It's like when a super hot friend keeps an ugly guy around because it makes him look even hotter or some crap." She waved a hand dismissively.

"Hey!!" Vee huffed, crossing her arms.

Bibi barely stifled a laugh. "Relax, sis. We do the opposite. We enhance each other and look beautiful together." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, flashing a self-satisfied grin.

Vee tapped a finger against her chin. "Or maybe… it's a beast he puts there to slay."

Bibi's eyes gleamed with sudden excitement. "Like a monster we have to defeat to get to our king and our D, sis," she mused, her tone dripping with dramatic flair. "We got to battle—full warrior mode. It's like Xena or Zelda… to get our Link." She mimed drawing a sword, grinning like she was already halfway through the boss fight.

Bishop narrowed his eyes at Bibi, his gaze honing in on the faint outline of her bra beneath her slightly transparent top. He tilted his head, scrutinising every detail as if solving a grand mystery. "You wore that bra two days in a row now," he stated, his tone filled with unnecessary conviction. His eyes flick to the delicate straps, barely visible through the fabric, and he leaned in slightly. "Yep... same one. I can tell by the way the lace pattern sits on your shoulder." He paused. "Are you a fan of this flowery design or something? I noticed it's quite popular at this academy."

Then, turning to Vee, he said, "You had the natural, naked, no-makeup look yesterday, and now you're wearing... foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush, highlighter, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, eyebrow pencil, lip liner, lipstick—oh, and you have three fewer eyelashes than yesterday."

Vee's face contorted with disgust, her lips curling into a sneer as she caught Bishop's gaze. "Eww!! Get this… thing away from me!" She shrieked, her voice thick with venom. She recoiled as if his very presence was an infectious disease, her body twitching with revulsion.

Bibi, not even bothering to hide her loathing, spat deliberately onto the floor near Bishop, the sound echoing like a slap to his face. Her eyes narrowed into slits, glowing with ice-cold fury. She turned to him slowly, her lip curling in the most demeaning expression, as though she couldn't believe he was stupid enough to look at her. "Pervert!!" she screeched, her voice like a whip cracking through the air. "What the hell makes you think you're allowed to look at me or my sis, you disgusting little worm? I didn't say you could ogle me, you creepy, sick freak!"

The two girls shared a look of pure disgust, their combined hatred practically radiating off of them. They turned their backs on him with all the grace and superiority of royalty dismissing a servant.

As soon as they looked at Chad, their expressions shifted with a wicked gleam. Bibi closed the gap, her finger slowly trailing under his chin, her eyes locking onto his with a heated, lustful glint. "Wait a couple of minutes before entering this class, okay, Chad?" she said, her voice smooth and heavy with intent.

Vee, smirking, stepped in closer, her body brushing against his as she spoke in a low, teasing tone. "Yeah," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief, "we've got some... rearranging to do in this room," she added, her mini skirt swaying with every movement.

As she entered, the girls lifted up each other's mini skirts, flashing their thongs at Chad, with them making sure the pervert Bishop didn't see anything.

Chad couldn't help but notice how the thongs accentuated the curves of the girls' butts, the delicate fabric hugging the flesh just right. The way the waistband dug into their skin highlighted the natural curvature, making their backsides appear even rounder, fuller, and impossibly plump. It was fascinating how such a small amount of material could so effectively enhance the shape of a female's butt, turning an already alluring butt into an even better butt. Must be witchcraft or something. Chad makes a mental note to look at fan art photos of his waifu later tonight in a thong. Imagine if there were topless photos of her at the beach, just in a thong. He feels a bit of a boner coming before Bishop ruined his fantasy.

Bishop said, "What did you see?! Gimme all the details! Describe how their butts looked! Did they have any moles, pimples, or blemishes? How were the curves? Were they soft, firm, or perky? Did they jiggle when they walked? What about the shape—round, toned, or more... full? Tell me everything, man!"

"I just saw... just some cotton lace thongs. They're cleaner than my undies. I don't remember much else." Chad didn't want to go into too much detail, but what he did share got Bishop VERY excited.

"Wow!! I've already got a full mental image of that in my head." He lifted his hands like a camera, framing the imaginary scene. "Vee—wearing a thong, a tiny mini skirt, and a tight crop top—click!" He mimed pressing a shutter button, his mind filling in the gaps. "Her peachy butt looking so good in that thong, her perky nipples poking through the fabric—click!"

His thoughts shifted to Bibi. "And Bibi—lifting her tiny skirt, teasingly tugging at her crop top to reveal a lacy, flowery bra, showing off those curves—click!" A smirk crept across his face as he tapped his temple. "Psychic snapshot saved forever."

Chad wished he didn't tell him anything now, and now he is going to jack off to this thought later from the information he gave to him. Sighed

Bishop said, with curiosity, "I wonder what it'd feel like to wear a miniskirt… no underwear, of course. I could just let the jizz drip straight onto the floor when I masturbate in class. No mess to clean, with it dripping down my leg, and I wouldn't have to undress just to wipe my ass on the toilet. So many little conveniences, you know?"

Well, that comment from Mister Bishop McWonkey Dick officially obliterated Chad's boner—for now, at least. He was torn between whether he should thank him for the distraction or curse him for ruining his mood. At least, when he got home, there'd still be some left for his waifu to look forward to. He figured he'd need just enough in the tank to satisfy her. As long as no more girls at the academy drained his dick fuel, he was good. Whatever the miniskirt sister had planned for him was really good to test him… but Chad likes a challenge.

Bishop was on the verge of saying something perverted again when a loud crash echoed through the classroom. Chairs and furniture were sent hurtling out the open windows, three stories high, as unsuspecting people snapped selfies below.

Panic ensued, but it quickly turned into excitement. One person gasped, "Did you catch that flying chair? It came from the sky! This could totally go viral!"

"No… How the hell would I know chairs were gonna start falling on us?!"

Another voice piped up, "I hope there's more… Maybe some undies and bras next."

Chad stood impatiently outside the classroom. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he pushed open the door and stepped inside, eager to see what was causing the ruckus. His eyes immediately landed on Bibi and Vee, who were hurriedly shutting the windows, glancing around as if trying to make everything seem normal. They were heading to their seats when Vee suddenly made a sharp detour towards Chad, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"It seems… like your seat next to Bishop has disappeared," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

Bibi let out an exaggerated, sarcastic "Oh nooo!!" as though the world were about to end.

"So, I'm actually going to have to stand for the rest of this class?" Chad thought about his poor legs and the strain it would put on them.

A grin spread across Vee's face. "Nope, not at all."

And just then, the door swung open, and Ms. Vespera entered the room, her footsteps light and unhurried, focused on her lesson plan.

Vee casually looked up at her. "Chad doesn't have a seat, so he'll have to share mine today."

Ms. Vespera nodded, a light, amused smile forming on her lips. "That's a good idea. We don't allow standing in my class! I've always known you were a smart girl, thinking on your feet like that."

A smile tugged at the corners of Vee's mouth as she glanced over at Chad with a hint of mischief.

Chad blinked, his expression blank. "What do you mean? How can we share a seat?!"

Vee twirled her mini skirt, eyes twinkling. "It means we'll both be sitting in my seat... I'll be sitting on your lap for the entire class."

Chad's mouth opened and closed like he was trying to find the right words, but no sound came out.

Vee tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with teasing delight. "What, too scared to share a seat with little ol' me?"

Still visibly confused and unsure, Chad stammered, "Uhh... a seat with you... on my lap... but you are wearing just a" His words faltered as his mind flashed back to just moments ago, when Vee's sister had pulled her skirt up, flashing her thong underneath in a teasing motion. The way the thong clung to her curves, hugging her peachy butt, and that butt will be sitting right on him soon.

Vee folded her arms with a smirk. "And don't get any funny ideas, okay?"

Ms. Vespera chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Ah, the classic 'sharing a seat' situation. I remember those days. Usually, it was the other way around, though... with someone awkwardly perched on my desk."

Chad muttered, "Umm... I guess that beats standing." The thought of standing for the entire class was unbearable, but the idea of sitting with Vee was far more appealing. The scent of her expensive, expertly applied perfume lingered in the air, mingling with the smooth sheen of her well-oiled skin and legs. She clearly took many baths, the freshness of her cleanliness radiating around her. It was a comforting, luxurious aroma—so much more pleasant than sitting next to Bishop and sniffing his farts.

Bibi added, "And no poking... she'll feel it if anything sticks up... and don't move too much."

Vee laughed softly, a light, musical sound. "Don't worry, I'll be doing all the moving... but you might want to make sure your lap's comfy for my sexy lil butt."

Bibi let out an exaggerated sigh. "We all know it's not exactly small. No need to flaunt it… We get it, you've got a great ass, sis. But don't forget, I'm the one with the best boobs."

He hadn't really given it much thought before, but now that he was, he couldn't help but notice the differences. Vee, with her curvy Latina figure, clearly had the bigger, more rounded butt, while Bibi's larger, more noticeable breasts stood out even more in comparison. He couldn't believe how much he seemed to be learning in this class—though it wasn't exactly the kind of lesson he'd been expecting.

Ms. Vespera raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and approval as she glanced between Chad and Vee. "You both consistently do well in your studies, and I've seen how diligently you approach your work. I trust in your learning habits and your ability to manage things... even if it's a bit unconventional today. I'm not one to question how you get things done."