Jake Goes On An Apology Tour (4)

Jake froze, his heart pounding in his chest. Emma’s eyes lit up with anticipation. “Go ahead,” she taunted. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
With trembling hands, Jake reached for the hem of his skirt. He hesitated for a moment, but the pressure from his mother’s grip urged him on. Slowly, he lifted the fabric, revealing the white panties once again. The lace trim seemed even more humiliating than before, especially under Emma’s scrutinizing gaze.
Emma leaned in, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “Wow, Jake,” she said, her voice laced with mockery. “Those are… something else. Who knew you had such great taste in underwear?”
Jake quickly dropped the skirt, his face burning with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, Emma,” he repeated, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.
Emma laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “You better be. And just so we’re clear, the whole school will know about this little incident if I ever catch you doing anything like that again.”
Brenda nodded, her expression stern. “Thank you, Emma. We appreciate your understanding.”
As they walked away, Jake felt a new level of despair settle over him.
“Mom,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, can we go home now?”
Brenda sighed, her expression softening just a fraction. “One more house, Jake. Then we’re done.”
Jake’s stomach twisted as they approached the final destination. The Johnsons’ house. Sarah lived there. Sarah, who had always been kind to him until she found out what he’d done. Now, she wouldn’t even look at him.
When they knocked on the door, Sarah’s mother answered, her expression tight. “Brenda. Jake,” she said, her tone heavy with disappointment. “What can I do for you?”
Brenda explained the situation once again, and Mrs. Johnson nodded slowly. “Alright. Come in, both of you.”
They stepped inside, and Jake’s heart sank when he saw Sarah sitting on the couch, her arms crossed and her expression icy. “Mom, why are they here?” she asked, her voice sharp.
Mrs. Johnson gestured toward Jake. “He’s here to apologize, honey.”
Sarah scoffed, turning her gaze away. “Like that’ll fix anything.”
Jake swallowed hard, stepping forward. “Sarah, I… I’m really sorry for what I did. It was wrong, and I promise it’ll never happen again.”
She didn’t respond, her eyes still fixed stubbornly on the wall. Mrs. Johnson cleared her throat. “Your mother mentioned something about proving your sincerity. Is that correct?”
Jake’s hands trembled as he glanced at his mother, who gave him a slight nod. Reluctantly, he reached for the hem of his skirt…
Sarah’s eyes snapped to him, her expression hardening. “Wait. You’re not seriously going to—” Her words cut off as Jake lifted the skirt, revealing the white panties beneath.
Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, there was complete silence. Then, slowly, a cruel smile spread across her face. “Wow, Jake,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “I guess you’re really serious about this apology.”
Jake’s face burned as he dropped the skirt, his entire body trembling. “I-I’m sorry, Sarah,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
She leaned back on the couch, her arms crossed. “You should be. But don’t think this makes us even.”
Mrs. Johnson stepped forward, her tone firm. “Thank you for coming, Brenda. I think it’s time for you two to go now.”
As they left the house, Jake felt the full weight of his humiliation crashing down on him. There was no relief or sense of closure—just the shame that wouldn’t disappear. (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

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