Pretend you aren't there

You tackle Liz and push her away from the stairs, covering her mouth with your hand. She looks surprised, but hardly upset. The two of you end up against the wall under the stairs, and you find it hard to draw breath.

After a few seconds, you drop your hand.

"What was that about?" Liz asks.

"What if that was Emily?" you say.

"It might have been. Or one of her brothers. But what does it matter, they don't know what's going on down here. The dryer is loud. I use it all the time to cover up my sounds when I'm masturbating."

"Oh," you say.

Liz smiles. "Thank you for your concern, though," she says. "And I kinda liked it when you pushed me up against the wall with your hand over my mouth."

You feel yourself getting hot again. Looking down at yourself, you remember that you aren't wearing anything from the waist down. You-- and Liz, you're sure-- can see the wetness between your legs.

"You look cute," Liz says. "Want me to clean that up for you?"