Ginny gasped as things took a turn. Pansy was so bitter and angry and even more aggressive. She wanted to fight back and tell Pansy to go sod off but she couldn't finger her voice. Worse, the dull ache between her legs had only gotten worse the more and more Pansy was near her and her little rant had only increased it.
Tentatively, Ginny allowed Pansy to command her over to the toilet. Her cheeks burned red with shame but arousal too. Looking down at the hem of her skirt, she took it but her hands faltered. She risked a glance up at Pansy through her eyelashes.
Closing her eyes, she slowly lifted her skirt. Ginny revealed white cotton, almost girlish, knickers that were so wet that they were nearly translucent. Her little red patch of hair was visible and her folds clung to the fabric.
"Like this?" she asked softly, her voice quaking softly as she spoke.