Ask for help

"Don't you have anything other than this for me to wear?" You ask Alex, exasperated and ready to give up on the jean shorts.

"Some sweatpants, but other than that, nothing that would fit you," he steps into the room now.

You curse under your breath, and finally say, "Fine, can you help me try to put these stupid... freaking... shorts on?" you emphasize the last words as you yank at the shorts.

"Thought you'd never ask," Alex smirks. You ignore the comment as he steps up behind you and reaches his hands down the back of the shorts. His hands brush firmly against your ass, eliciting a gasp from you.

You slap his hand, trying to swat it away. "What do you think you're doing?" You had to admit, though, his hands did feel almost electric on your skin. If he moved them just a little further between your legs...

"Just trying to help you get your shorts on, now help me out!" You snap back to attention, grasping the front of the shorts. The two of you pull up together, and manage to get the shorts over your ass. He pulls his hands from your waistband, and you find yourself almost a little sad about the lack of contact.

Finally dressed, you straighten your shirt and start walking toward the door. Alex says, "Aren't you gonna...?" he motions to your crotch.