Boy talk

Clair smiled at me and wiped a tear away. Which reminded me of my doubtless destroyed face. I excused my self and went to the bathroom to wash up. I don’t know why, but after removing all the makeup I automatically began reapplying. Muscle memory from all that practice over the summer I guess. There wasn’t much time till bed but oh well. Might as well keep it on till then.

Returning to the room I walked in on Clair changing into pajamas. She really liked her sweaters, she slept in a green hoodie and grey sweat pants.

“Hey Corvid. So… I know things got a little heavy, but before that you mentioned that guy seemed pretty nice. Nice as in not a creep, or nice like you might want his number?”

I thought a bit about it. He seemed really caring, and his sense of responsibility was commendable, but was there anything beyond that appreciation for his skilled performance as a host? I pondered for a few moments.

Clair giggled (I got over her Amazonian body being able to giggle), “I love how I always can count on you to really think about your answer.”

I blushed and found myself giggling. “If it’s something you ask me I will assume it’s worth thinking about. But honestly While he seemed nice I can’t actually imagine dating him. What about you? You actually are outgoing enough to meet someone. Anyone you’re interested in?”

“… no. I’m not sure any boys would be interested past a certain point.”

I’m an absolute idiot. “I… I'm sorry. I bet there is someone absolutely perfect for you out there. A nice guy who’s, I don’t know, bisexual or something. And in the mean time you will always have me to fall back on. If it makes you feel better I have difficulty figuring out what sexual attraction is supposed to feel like. They say you figure it out when puberty hits but I never really got the instruction manual when that came.”

I was rambling again, not sure where I was going with this, but unable to stop. Hopefully she would interrupt my rambling before I said anything much more embarrassing.

Of course she knows me so well. She giggles again, “calm down girl, I’ve known dating was going to be hard for a long time. I don’t even know which way I swing, honestly.”

In my embarrassed mind I went into problem solver mode. How can she not know if she likes boys or girls? I mean I guess I’m not one to talk but I figure my inability to look at people much makes it hard for me. I get second hand embarrassment from watching porn, which makes it hard to focus on what’s making me tingle. Maybe she just needs to see some naked boys… but we don’t have any of those. But we do have a girl.

“I’m gonna change into pajamas.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll go to the bathroom.”

“Wait… you should stay.” The mother of all awkward silences fills the room as my mind finally finishes its analysis of this plan and informs me it has repercussions far beyond helping a friend figure something out about themselves. I feel my entire body turn red under my makeup. And I feel even hotter when Clair sits back down on her bed and says simply, “okay.”

She is blushing slightly herself at what is about to happen. I get my pajamas out, a black teddy and panty set that’s more lingerie than pajamas. I bought them as part of my bold confident new self, but hadn’t actually worn them until now. I glance back at Clair to see her reaction. She is still blushing, but now has a small smirk on her face that is causing me to burn like the sun. Too late to back out and put on my normal pajamas. Pulling off my black camisole I reveal my black lace bra. I then reached down and slip off my black skirt and kick off my shoes. Standing in my underwear, stockings and gloves, I decide to go all the way. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, then push down my panties. I then pick up my lingerie and turn around, body blazing and exposed. While facing Clair, but never looking at her or I might explode on the spot, I slip on the lingerie panties followed by the teddy. It isn’t exactly a sensual display, but it is by far the most sexual thing my virgin self has ever done.