Try to break the tension

“I think I am going to survive.” You shrug before continuing, “Nothing could be worse than the time my mom caught me. That’s how I learned not to wear headphones during ’private time.’”

Mandy laughs a little. “That would be the worst. What did she do?”

“I only remember an extremely long and embarrassing talk about my ’changing body’ and responsibility and hygiene. She kept saying ’private time.’ I still had the headphones around my neck the whole time she was talking. I wanted to die.”

“So, did it take you forever to get over it?” Mandy looks up at you. You are still a little red around your cheeks, but you are smiling at her.

“Nah, I got over it quick. Just like you will now.” You assure her. “...it couldn’t do any further damage to try to salvage the experiment. What do you think?”

“Really? I am kind of not... and you already… I mean… you know.”

You reach out and place your hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, we can just talk if you want.”

Mandy thinks a moment and starts, “So, there is something I’ve been wondering… well… do boys normally cum that fast?”

You feel your face getting red.

Mandy stammers, “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean, was that a typical ’private time’ for you? I mean, other than the fact that I was there, and you ended up getting caught by a strange girl literally with your pants down?”

You laugh and shake your head, “No, it was a lot... shorter than usual. A lot!”

Mandy leans forward, and one of her dress straps falls off her shoulder. Your eyes flicker to her cleavage and back to her face. She pulls her dress back up modestly.

“Can I ask why you just did that? You covered yourself as soon as I looked at you.”

Mandy shrugs. “Habit, I guess. It’s what I am supposed to do.”

“You’re beautiful. I like looking at you.”

Mandy smiles, leans forward again, and looks into your eyes as her dress falls away. She watches your eyes shift down to her chest. She knows she isn’t even really being indecent, but she is surprised to feel excited to have you looking at her like that, appreciating her. You see her nipples starting to harden under her dress.

“Isn’t that getting cold?” Mandy pointed at your shorts.

You look down at the wet spot where your semen is soaking your shorts. “Oh wow- I didn’t have time when Trish walked in. I just panicked.”

“You can’t wear it like that,” she says, smiling, “I think you should take them off.”

You shrug and take your shorts off. You follow her gaze to the wet spots on your boxers.

“It’s okay,” she says, “you can take those off too.”

“I thought you’ve never done anything like this before in your life,” you say, tugging your boxers off.

“Who said we were doing anything,” she jokes, taking your underwear and throwing them across the room. She gently pushes her chest out to show you her nipples through the thin yellow fabric.

You stand there naked momentarily, feeling **** but also comfortable. “Should I get some clean clothes...”

“That can wait. I thought maybe you could help me now. I am starting to feel all experimental again.”

“Um, sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Well I figured it would only be fair to let you watch me” she says softly, “if you are interested.”

“Yeah,” you blurt out, almost too enthusiastically.

“Should I use my new toy?”