It is cold out here.

"Yes, sorry to be a bother, I can't believe this storm, I'm not really dressed for it am I?" You ask Bobby.

He moves to open the door. "It's not trouble. Come in."

You step inside and look around a nice tidy living room, open to the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink, or a towel, let me get you a towel, your clothes are so wet," All rushes out of Bobby he seems flustered suddenly, "we could put them in dryer but then you'd be..." He flushes beat red, probably imagining you naked

"I mean I could find you something to wear, and we could put your clothes in the dryer." says Bobby.

"Thanks that dry clothes would be wonderful." You reply. 'He's so cute when he's flustered' flashes through your head. Followed quickly by 'wait, what he's not cute he my weird neighbor.'

"Umm, hold on". Bobby says as he walks back down the hall. He returns with a large fluffy towel and a tee shirt and shorts.

"These are way to big but I don't have anything else, mom is asleep, she works nights and I hate to wake her up, plus her stuff would still be too big. The bathroom is down the hall" says Bobby as he points.

"I'm sure these will be fine." You talk the towel and clothes and head into the bathroom. As you strip out of the wet clothes you look in the mirror. Amazed again at what you see, your hair is wet but the rest of your body is perfect. You dry off and look at the clothes. They must be his they are huge. You can fit in one leg of the shorts. You don't even put them on. On the plus side the tee shirt is comes to mid thigh. As you pull it over your head you an image of Bobby wearing it during a work out pops into your head. He is doing squats his teammates standing around cheering him on to a personal best the shit is soaked with sweat.

'Come on Amy get it together' you think.

Wait did you just think of yourself as Amy? 'I'm John' you tell yourself.

'And now I'm wearing a tee shirt as a skirt with no panties.' you think. With a final look in mirror you square your shoulders and walk back out to the hall. Bobby is waiting for you to hand him your wet clothes.

"I'll go put these in the dryer, do you want to wait in my room? I know it seems forward but my mom is asleep and we can't make any noise in the living room. It's just in there." He says pointing.

You nod and enter his room. It is neat and smells clean there is a desk with a laptop sitting on it and a bed. You take a seat at the desk. As you sit you bump the desk and the laptop wakes from sleep. The picture in the browser window is a busty blonde in football jersey leaning against a locker with a large man just entering her pussy from behind. The picture is just like one you might have watched yesterday. Normally you'd be looking the woman's ass poking out from under the jersey but you find your eyes drawn the man's chest, his abs and then down to his 8" dick. It is rock hard your mouth begins to water a little and you feel you pussy getting wet. Just then Bobby walks in, he sees the computer, sees you seeing it.

"No, I'm sorry, I was just, it's it's...."

"It's OK" you say" I understand I've watched my share of porn, nothing to stress about." He's been so nice the last thing you want him to do is to feel bad. As you reach over to slide the laptop to the side of the desk you accidently hit the play button above the keyboard. The woman moans as the man's dick pushes into her. Bobby lunges for the computer, you stand pushing the chair back, hitting the button to pause it as you do. Bobby trips on the chair and falls into you.

The two you end in a heap on the floor. Bobby looking down on you from 2 inches away. "I'm so sorry, I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks.

"No, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I tripped you with the chair and I..." you trail off as you realize you are pinned to the floor, you shirt is pushed up to just below your ass, his face is inches away his eyes, his blue eyes staring into yours. The tingle you felt looking at the computer is growing.