John asks Sara about a sudden change in his wardrobe

John opened his closet, and looked at the selection of clean clothes inside. Except, they seemed different than the clothes he usually had. His array of shorts looked tighter, and all mysteriously had only two or three snap fasteners in place of any zippers or button flys. The assortment of graphic tees and hoodies had been almost entirely replaced with muscle shirts, and button-down shirts.

Shrugging, he took out a button-down shirt to wear, only to discover that the top few buttons of the shirt were missing. They hadn't come off, but it was as though they had never been there in the first place. In fact, the neck was cut low enough that it would't have made any sense for there to have been buttons there.

This is very strange, John thought. He was confused enough that he decided to ask Sara about it. She wasn't the kind to pull pranks, but he was confused and wanted to figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, John found himself getting hard. Huh, he thought. He was attracted to Sara, no doubt about it, but just going to ask her about clothes didn't seem like the sort of thing that would get him hard.

He was about to leave his room when he considered the fact that he was about to go talk to Sara, wearing only an unbuttoned, well, 'man blouse', for lack of a better word, while at full mast. Feeling a little uncertain, he wondered if he really shouldn't put on a pair of underwear. He hoped that he might be able to have fun with Sara soon, but wasn't walking into her room half-naked and fully erect a bit... brazen?

After a moment, he relaxed. Sara had already shown signs of relaxing around him, and something told him that he had nothing to be ashamed of, approaching Sara with his cock on display. I bet she'll even get a cheap thrill from it, he thought, smiling to himself. While he wasn't sure where this newfound confidence was coming from, he walked out the door and approached Sara's room.

He found Sara in the living room, on the couch, playing with her phone. "Hey Sara, can I ask you something?"

Sara quickly whipped around, hiding her phone behind her. Her eyes went wide when she found that John's hard cock was eye-level with her as she knelt facing the rear of the couch. Her eyes flicked up John's body, showing her that he was wearing practically nothing anywhere else either.

"Oh! Uh, ah John!" she stammered, her eyes flicking between John's erect member and his face, struggling to maintain eye contact and not succeeding very well.

John frowned slightly, and worried that maybe he had been too brazen after all. Best not to make too big a deal of it, he thought. "Uh, sorry Sara, my clothes were a bit weird and I wanted to quickly ask you about them," he said, apologising but not moving to hide himself. "Should I go put something on?" he asked, gesturing back to his bedroom.

"NO! No," Sara almost shouted. "Um, no, it's cool. I mean, um, I can see your cock and it's really hard. You probably know that."

John wasn't sure why, but thought this was funny, and smiled a strange smile. "Yeah, it's come to my attention. I hope you don't mind. I suddenly got the idea that you'd like to see it," he said.

Sara looked hard at John's face, looking for some sign. Her eyes widened. "Uh, yes actually. I - I'd really like to see it." She looked down at his cock for a few seconds, and then looked back up. "You're really fine with being hard and practically naked in front of me?"

John shrugged. "I don't mind at all, actually. If you want to look at my body, I'm more than happy to oblige." He looked at the couch. "Should I come to the front of the couch, so you can get a better look?"

Sara looked up at John again and nodded. "Uh yeah, sure." She turned around as John walked around the sofa.

John watched as Sara's eyes followed his hips and torso as he moved around the sofa. He was pleased with himself: not only had she gotten a bit more relaxed about how she was dressed, he had made the right call about walking out with his cock out to talk with her. He would feel out this situation, and maybe see if she was up for being more than roomies.

He stepped in front of the sofa, and Sara looked up at him. He could see a blush spreading down her cleavage, and two points starting to poke at the front of her t-shirt.

With an involuntary squeeze, he felt himself get ready to start producing pre-cum. He groaned. "Unh. I can tell that you like what you see."

"What?" Sara said, and looked down at her shirt. She covered her chest in a panic. "Shit! Um, John, I -"

John furrowed his brow. "What are you apologising for? It's not like I'm in a position to criticise. I got hard just as I was thinking of coming to talk to you about something." John swayed his hips slightly, causing his member to sway as well. "Unless you're shy, I guess."

Sara looked confused, and relaxed slightly, letting her arms fall to her sides. Her nipples formed big points on the front of her shirt. John's cock started to lubricate in response. "See? I'm enjoying making your nipples hard."

Sara looked up at John, searching again. "This - I'm sorry. This is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me, John. I don't know what to do. Is this real?"

"Sorry Sara," he said. "I didn't realise that this would make you feel awkward. You don't have to worry. I just wanted to ask you a question, and thought it wouldn't do any harm to show you my cock while we talked. I can get dressed if you want to, but if you like looking at me, just relax and enjoy yourself."

Sara was panting now. "I - uh, yeah. That's okay. What was it you wanted to talk about?" Her hand was involuntarily reaching between her legs.