The Newbie's Prize

“How so?” Janet repeated, giggling. “Well, there are a few different directions we could go with it, sweetie. Iâ€d love to do a tiebreaker for that last contest—perhaps a race to see who can get their jeans back on the fastest. Or, well, if you were to have a pair of scissors, thereâ€s this idea of a rear end framed by denim thatâ€s been stuck in my mind…” The Lakota girl trailed off, smiling. “Like I said, itâ€s all up to you, Tracy. You are the one whoâ€s technically in charge tonight, after all.”

Rachel grinned eagerly. "The winner gets to frame their rear, the loser carried down." She said firmly, tossing a pair of jeans to Janet. Grabbing the other, she turned her back on the Lakota and bent over, wiggling her bum as she stepped into the jeans. "Go!" She giggled.

Janet giggled as Rachel decided upon the contest, catching the pair of jeans tossed at her and getting into position to quickly put them on. It had taken her almost twenty minutes to work herself into them the first time—this time, with any luck, she could get it down to ten. That, the Lakota girl hoped, would be enough to vanquish the lovely Racy Tracy and the big, round obstacle she called her rear end!

When Rachel yelled “go,” Janet would quickly step into the jeans and yank them upwards, managing to get them just past her knees on that first pull. The lower legs wouldnâ€t be the problem, of course; that was a few inches higher. Almost immediately, progress came to a screeching halt as the waist got stuck on her rump. “Mmmph…grr…” Janet grunted, trying to work them upwards. She glanced devilishly over at her friend, trying to check the redheadâ€s progress. “How are you doing, sweetie?”

Rachel grunted as her own progress was suddenly hindered. "Nnngh..It's coming!" she said, bouncing on her toes. Her bottom jiggled as she tugged on the denim. The redhead let go of one side, and used her free hand to try and smoosh her left cheek in. Gaining a few centimeters of progress, she grinned and repeated it on the other side.

Going back to tugging , her ass continued to resist, only a quarter of the way in. With a devilish grin Racy Tracy playfully swatted the Lakota's bum. "That's going to look over my shoulder." she teased

The two girls seemed to be neck-and-neck for the time being, both struggling to force the waist of their jeans up over their magnificent, mountainous posteriors. Janet would use one hand to try to compress her butt cheeks, and the other to yank up on the jeans, noticing that Rachel was attempting a similar maneuver. “Better try harder! Iâ€m winning!” the Lakota said, though it was really too close to call.

Feeling a light swat on her rear end, Janet squeaked and immediately returned the gesture, giving Racy Tracyâ€s rump a quick slap. “Your ass will look just lovely over my shoulder, sweetie. I may use it as a canvas for some more artwork.” She grinned, glancing over at the marker which lay discarded on the floor.

Rachel squeaked in reply to the slap. Following Janet's gaze, her eyes widened. "Oh no you don't" she smirked, tugging harder. Her breastsjiggled as she bounced her toes. She was almost to the halfway point, if she could just get it over the hump...when she started feeling it slide up. With a devilish grin she butt-bumped Janet. "I'm gona win!" She cried, and with one last mighty tug yanked them up to her hips. The denim quickly curved out around her ass, which the redhead started smoothing and rubbing her hands on. She turned to Janet, the Lakota's ass halfway in her jeans. With a giggle she poked the Lady's side. "You win one tiebreaker, I win the other." She cooed.

Janet had gotten the jeans almost all the way up over her rump. She was just a few seconds away from getting them all the way on and buttoning them up when Rachel poked her in the side and talked about winning. The Lakota girl would have scoffed, but, when she turned to her friend, she found that the redhead had, indeed, gotten her skinny jeans all the way on. “Well, crap,” Janet grumbled, slowly, with some difficulty, sliding her jeans back down her legs and stepping out of them, so that she stood naked once again in front of the victorious Rachel. She gave a wry smile. “Alright, do your worst, sweetie,” she said, brushing a hand across the side of the other girlâ€s cheek.

Rachel giggled. "Don't be silly...I'm only going to parade you down to breakfast."

Looking at Janet though, she couldn't help but smile. "Weeeell...I could play with your ass one more time, but only if you help me cut the frame you were talking about afterwards." She offered, poking the Lakota's belly.

Janet sighed and rolled her eyes. She supposed she had this coming, after all of the big talk she gave Rachel about embarrassing her, and drawing on her ass, and all of that. “You mean cutting away part of the jeans so that my ass will be perfectly framed?” she asked. “Or do you want me to do it for you? Or shall we both have our asses framed like that while you carry me down to breakfast?” The Lakota girl laughed, playfully swatting away the hand that poked at her belly before laying down on the bed, sticking her ass up in the air invitingly. “Whatever you want to do, sweetie. I know I certainly wouldnâ€t mind being played with one more time.” She would wiggle her ass to demonstrate her willingness to go along with whatever Racy Tracy had in mind.

Rachel stuck her tongue out playfully. "You cut mine." She replied. "When I carry you your jeans will be around your ankles if you want. Or off, I don'tcare either way."

The redhead's eyes involuntarily brightened as Janet lay down. She climbed up behind her, rubbing her hands all over the ass that would be hers for only a little bit longer. She kissed it, squeezed, kneeded it; her hands formed a mind of their own almost as they worshipped the Lakota's Bum. (You should trademark that " title="Razz" />)