Awkwardness followed by an accident

“So…”

“Yeah…” The two stammered, fidgeting with their fingers as didn’t look at one another.

Sophie sighed as she faced Dexter. “Look, before you get the wrong idea, I want you to know that my sister threw me out.”

“No way, my brother threw me out as well.”

Sophie laughed sarcastically. “Siblings, right? Why did yours do it?”

“Because he’s an ass, that’s why. He just loves making fun of the fact that he looks like freaking Hercules, while I look like a twig.”

“Really? Because you don’t look that skinny. And I should know, I have seen plenty of naked guys.” Dexter looked a little surprised before Sophie made the realization and yelled. “NOT LIKE THAT! I’m not that kind of girl! I come from a, eh, nudist colony. So I can say with confidence that you look perfectly fine.”

“Thanks, I guess. You look fine as well.”

“O please, are you kidding me?! With these mosquito bites?” She objected, while holding up her breasts.

“I think they are cute.”

“And a frame so thin you can look through me?”

“It makes you kinda adorable, really.”

“And these mountains of fat I call an ass?!”

“What ass?” Dexter gulped as he realized what he said. “Sorry, terribly worded. What I meant was that you have a cute, firm butt. Seriously, you say I need some confidence, but you definitely need it more.”

“How do I know you meant any of that? That you’re not just saying that out of politeness? Would you actually be into me?” As Sophie stepped forward, she felt a small poke against her hip, five inches from Dexter away.

He quickly turned around, his faced burning up. “I am so, so, so sorry! I never meant to poke you with this stupid thing. I’ve never been near a naked girl before, so…”

Sophie rested her hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, it’s alright. I’m not-“

When Sophie touched his shoulder, he started moaning, until a wet sound was heard against the elevator wall. The two stared wide eyed at the mess.

“Did you just…?”

“Yes.”

“Against the glass wall?”

“Unmistakably.”

“Which faces the lobby?”

“Unmissable.”

“We better leave.”

“Right after you.”

The two looked around the corner, staring at the receptionist.

“How do we want to do this?” Asked Dexter. “Do we just cover ourselves and quietly run over to the desk?”

“Actually, and I can’t believe I’m suggesting this, but if walk over like normal, without covering ourselves, we get less stares.”