"I can't masturbate now,"

Your sex-fogged brain misinterprets his gesture, thinking that he knows how turned on you are. "I can't masturbate now," you respond, "we only just got the shorts on."

Alex stops in his tracks and says, "Umm, yeah. I just meant that you might want to button the shorts." You look down and realize that the jean shorts are still wide open in front. Considering how tightly they fit, there's no way in hell you'll be able to close that clasp. "But," Alex continues, "If you'd rather cum, then I understand."

You shake your head in frustration and embarrassment, "It's not- I didn't- ugh!" You storm out of the room. You're not sure why that thought had even popped into your head. This curse must be doing something to your judgement, too. You think to yourself that maybe you should have taken the opportunity to masturbate, after all.

As you walk down the stairs, you can't help but notice the rubbing sensation of the jean shorts is rather pleasant on your nether regions. Gah! It seems like everything you do is just turning you on further. You flop down on Alex's couch, not sure what to do about things.