Mortified

I shut the door to my room and locked it immediately. I plopped down on my bed covering my crimson face. What the hell was that?! I feel so mortified, still getting chills. What will he think of me now? Will he take me to be a kinky girl who's horny all the time? I've gotta confront him somehow to atleast make sure he doesn't utter a word about this to Steven. I also have to clear things up to not let him assume anything. I can't help but recollect his reaction the whole time. He seemed to really enjoy it. He thought it was funny.

Well he's a hormonal teenager after all. Stuff like these are treasure for them. That being said, I have actually noticed the million times he has checked me out or kept gazing at me in pretty much any outfit I wear. The bikini I wore for sunbathing when Steven and him decided to go for a swim in the backyard pool practically pulled his eyes from his socket. More specifically my body in the bikini. He has also tried to flirt a little here and there too. He does have a thing for me doesn't he? And for some reason it doesn't disgust me. Makes me feel special as a matter of fact. A Million thoughts were racing through my head. A few dirty ones as well. Thoughts of him running his hands all over my naked body and being fucked from behind by him over the kitchen counter...hmmm

There was a very familiar moistness between my legs. Am I getting turned on from all this? He's me son's friend! I told myself as my hand subconsciously started moving towards my groin. It was now on my crotch. I suddenly came to my senses talking my hand off. What's happening to me?! I realised that he's still down there and I'm still fucking naked.

I run throught a thousand ways to bring the incident upto him to tell him not let Steven know anything as I got dressed. Can't confront him naked now can I? Can I? Ew no. Not yet atleast. Even I don't know what I meant by that. Maybe I could keep flirting as an option in my arsenal if things came to that? I shrugged off the thoughts and looked at the mirror to see what I chose. A white Tank top and grey sweat pants. Why did I forego any piece of under garment I don't know. I just forgot. Doesn't matter I think. The tank top is nice and tight and my nipples' impressions are only partially seen. Actually it's quite obvious that I'm not wearing a bra. It also looks like I clearly have nothing underneath the sweat pants because of the smooth emphasis on my bottom curve. The crotch seems smooth too. I hope he doesn't think I'm casually being slutty.

With all my might and mustered courage and yet a really nervous mind I headed downstairs to confront him.