Panem High

Chapter 3

Just three more weeks until college.

A couple days later...

Katniss POV

Yes. Tonight we have a show.

I haven't had sex in couple days. It will feel good!

After I wake I walk downstairs, just like I had the day before. Peeta was there, baking and we did about the same, talked about the show tonight.

"You know, we're only ninteen. Plus, my parents don't even like it and they've never even been to a show before. So, I gave them free tickets for tonight. Who knows? They might enjoy watching their son having sex." Peeta explains.

"You need to talk to them. My mom doesn't even care. We'd only have to deal with your parents. We have to end the show in three weeks anyway for college. You could just tell her we'll end it for them." I say softly.

"Okay. I think that might work." Peeta says.

"Okay we'll tell our agents next week is our last week. We can cut it short, you and I can still have fun at home...." I say.

"Ohh yeahh." Peeta whistpers.

He leans in for a kiss, so I lean in too.

I guess we could practice a little for the show tonight.

After a few seconds, Peeta picks me up, still making-out, and walks me to the couch and we go harder.

"You know the certains are closed." Peeta says in a sexy, soft voice.

"Yep." I say back in the same tone.

Okay, here we go.

He takes off my shirt and pants. I have a tight bra and a thong.

I take off his shirt and pants too.

But, this time after about five minutes of squeezing places, Peeta reaches behind my back and unpins my bra.

I feel it get loose as it falls off revealing my fat, big, juicy boobs.

"Ohh yess." Peeta says happily.

Now I'm just in my little black lace thong. He hasn't seen my boobs bare much, only in the shower. So maybe twice or three times.

I get on his lap and feel his abs. So musclar and thick.

I almost fall backwords but Peeta grabs my boob squeezing it.

"Aewww..." I groan.

"Did that hurt?" He asks.

"No, not at all." I lie.

"Okay, you'll get some more than. I'll go grab some twine from the garage."

"For what?"

"You'll find out."

"Just tell me!"

"I'll be right back."

"Okay." I say as he leaves.

After about two minutes, Peeta returns with about three yards of twine.

He reaches for my boobs and raps the twine around my boobs, tight, making them turn purple.

"Okay, Peeta. You might think it's sexy. It hurts. Please stop."

"Okay, but I'm telling the photographer. The world needs to see this! Of course, your nips blurred out."

"Sure, okay." I say.

Next Peeta goes for my thong.

"Are you sure?" I ask, "Today?"

"Yeah! Why not?" Peeta questions.