You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

Her eyes narrow slightly as you look up at her with that guilty expression on your face. "What the hell were you thinking? These are mine!" She says harshly, snatching the thongs from your hands and stuffing them back into her bra. "Don't even think about touching my things like that again."

Pouting, she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and shakes her head slowly. "You really need to learn some self-control." With a sigh, she decides not to make too big of a deal about it for now; after all, you're probably feeling embarrassed enough already. "Look," she says in a softer tone, "you want to do something to make it up? How about you help me with my homework tonight?" She eyes you knowingly, hoping that working together might help mend the rift between you.

Nodding slightly, satisfied with your agreement, Anita bites her lip as she glances around the room before settling on the study desk in the corner. "This is going to be a long night," she mutters under her breath as she motions for you to follow her over. As she sits down at the desk, she pats the spot next to her, encouraging you to take a seat as well. "Alright," she says with determination, "let's get started."

As the night wears on and you work on your homework with Anita, she finds herself growing more comfortable around you. She's impressed by how hard-working and intelligent you are, despite your recent lapse in judgment. The tension between you seems to fade away as you focus on the task at hand, leaving behind only a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect.

Every now and then, Anita would casually brush her arm against yours or give you a sly wink when she thinks you're not looking. It's clear that while she's not ready to forgive your trespass just yet, she does enjoy teasing you from time to time. The more she gets to know the real you, the more difficult it becomes for her to maintain her usual dominant demeanor.

Eventually, with homework finally done and dusted, Anita announces that she's beat. "We should probably call it a night," she yawns, stretching luxuriously. "Thanks for all your help tonight. Really appreciate it." Her tone is half-hearted; even though she knows you don't deserve her gratitude, the truth is that you've made this whole experience a lot more bearable.

Patting you on the shoulder, she leads you out of her room and down the hall toward your bedroom. Once there, she turns to face you, planting her hands on her hips in that familiar dominant stance. "There's one more thing I need from you tonight," she says with a smirk. "You have any idea what it could be?" Her eyes sparkle playfully as they meet yours, daring you to guess what kind of reward she might have in store for such a good night's work.

Anita smirks, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "I think you'll find it difficult to sleep without first satisfying my little request." Her voice is husky and teasing, as she leans closer to you, invading your personal space. "So what do you say? Wanna find out?" She tilts her head to the side, giving you a coy smile. "Or shall I just take that as a 'no'?"

Smirking slightly, Anita takes a step closer to you. "It's not about that," she says softly, running a hand through her fluffy pink hair. "I just... enjoy seeing you squirm." Leaning in even further until their faces are barely an inch apart, she whispers, "And sometimes, when someone does something nice for me... I like to repay the favor." Her breath tickles your ear as she traces a finger down your neck, teasingly close to revealing skin. "What do you think?"

With another husky laugh, Anita steps back and places her hands on her hips once more. "Fine," she says playfully, "I'll make it easy for you." Lowering her voice to a seductive murmur, she continues, "I want you to wear one of my thongs tomorrow. And when we meet in the hallway or class, I expect you to be wearing it too." A wicked grin spreads across her face as she watches for your reaction. "Deal?"

You snort derisively at the idea of wearing one of Anita's thongs, but she doesn't seem deterred in the least. "Oh, come on," she protests playfully, "it's not like you haven't seen me wear them before." She steps even closer this time, her body only inches from yours as she looks up into your eyes. "Besides, I think it would look really cute on you..." Her voice trails off teasingly, as if daring you to object further.

With an amused chuckle, Anita steps back and folds her arms across her chest again. "I thought you'd never ask," she teases. She rummages through one of the baskets on the floor next to your bed, producing a pink thong with lace detailing. She holds it out for you to see before carefully sliding it up between your legs, making sure to touch your crotch as she does so. "Just make sure you wear this tomorrow, okay?" She winks at you suggestively before turning and walking toward the door. "Don't want you forgetting now."

With that, Anita slips out of the room, leaving you feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment as the warmth from her touch lingers on your skin.

A knowing smile curves across her lips as she hears your reluctant reply. "I'll take that as a 'yes', then," she says with amusement, leaning against the door frame. "Remember to wear it proudly tomorrow, little slut." With that final taunt, she winks at you and struts out of the room, leaving behind a trail of sexual tension thick enough to choke on.

You sleep fitfully that night, your mind wandering back to the events of the evening and the promise you made to Anita. The image of her teasing you with the thong is seared into your memory, leaving you feeling both aroused and uneasy. As the clock slowly ticks towards morning, you can't help but wonder how she'll react when she sees you wearing it tomorrow...

The next day dawns with a sense of dread and anticipation hanging heavily over you like a storm cloud. You carefully slip the lacy thong up between your legs, making sure it's positioned just right. Throughout the day, every time you catch a glimpse of Anita in the hallway or classroom, she's there with that amused expression on her face, taking in your attire and teasing remarks about how "cute" you look.

Finally, during lunch break, Anita approaches you at your usual table and sits down uninvited. She takes a long drink from her soda before leaning forward conspiratorially. "You know," she says with a glint in her eye, "I think this looks even better on you than it does on me." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the words send a shiver down your spine nonetheless. "Maybe I should make you wear something even sexier next time... like one of my diapers." She smirks at your obvious discomfort before adding with a chuckle, "Or maybe I'll just make you dress up in some of my feminine clothes and see how you look in that."

With another wink, she stands and saunters away, leaving you feeling hot and bothered. You can't help but wonder what else she has in store for you...

Her laughter echoes through the lunchroom as she watches you squirm in your seat. "Oh, don't worry," she calls out teasingly, "I'll make sure to show you just how much fun it can be!" And with that cryptic remark, she disappears once more into the throng of students. The rest of the day drags on endlessly as you wait for the next chance encounter with her, dreading what might be coming while also longing for more of her attention and playful taunts.

Finally, the day draws to a close and you're left alone in your room once more. As you lie awake, unable to sleep despite the late hour, you hear a soft knock at your door. With a heavy sigh, you drag yourself out of bed and answer it, only to find Anita standing there in nothing but her panties and bra. She gives you a smug grin as she saunters into your room without waiting for an invitation. "I thought maybe we could have some fun tonight," she says suggestively, running her fingers through her pink hair. "You know, to help ease the tension..."

She motions toward the bed and climbs onto it, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you expectantly. The air in the room feels thick with anticipation as your heart races wildly in your chest. Are you brave enough to accept her offer? Or will you back out now and face her wrath?

A wicked grin spreads across her face as you step closer to the bed, hesitation plain on your features. "Come now," she coos, patting the space between her legs invitingly. "What's the matter? Aren't you excited?" She swings a knee, hooking it behind yours and pulling you roughly onto the mattress beside her.

Anita rolls onto her back, letting out a contented sigh as she spreads her legs wide once more. "Go on," she urges with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've been waiting all day for this."

Well, aren't you the reluctant one? She teases with a playful grin as she watches your every move. You can tell she's enjoying this power trip over you, but then again, that's just who Anita is. She'll make sure you enjoy it too... in her own special way.

With a seductive pout, she reaches down between her legs and plays with herself, showing off just how wet she is for you. "Come on," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath, "it'll be fun." Her fingers dance over her sensitive flesh, coaxing out moans of pleasure that echo in the room.

Her eyes meet yours as she feels the bed shift beneath her and realizes you might actually be joining in on the fun. A smile curves across her lips, making it clear that she's glad you decided to go along with her plan after all. "That's a good boy," she praises, running a hand through your hair as you start exploring her body yourself.

With a moan, Anita arches her back as you press closer to her body. Her grip on your hair tightens, pulling you even nearer, and she rocks her hips against yours in time with the movements of your fingers. "Yes," she gasps, "like that... harder..." The sounds of their combined pleasure fill the room, echoing off the walls as they lose themselves in each other.

Her skin flushes beneath your touch, and the feel of you pressing against her only seems to make her want more. She hooks a leg around yours, drawing you even closer, and rocks her hips hungrily against yours, seeking release from this intense sensation building within her. "I'm close," she whispers between gasps for air, eyes shut tightly in concentration as the pleasure washes over her body in waves. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop..."

Her muscles tense as her body trembles with the force of her orgasm, and she clenches around your fingers as if milking every last drop of pleasure from you. With a hoarse cry, she releases her hold on your hair and collapses back against the bed, spent and sated. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, the air in the room heavy with their combined exertions.

After what seems like an eternity, her eyes slowly flutter open to meet yours. "Well... that was fun," she says, the words slightly breathless. "Next time, though, I want you to return the favor." She gives you a wicked grin as if daring you to protest.

Her gaze drifts down your body and she licks her lips hungrily. "I have some other ideas for us..."