Unaroused

Wearing a bathrobe, Mackenzie walks out of the bathroom. She dries her hair in the mirror and walks out of the room.

Music is playing. The windows are open, wind blowing in. The evening is cozy.

She turns around, and there's that guy. Standing by the kitchen. Holding a stove in his hands. Cooking something.

But the funny part.

He's totally nude!

"I would neeeeverrrr fallllll in looove agaaaiiinnnnn untilllll I… ffoooounnnd herrrr… I said I would neverrrr falll innn lovee…"

He turns around.

Looks at Mackenzie.

She looks back.

Her jaw-dropped.

"Until I… found you."

He doesn't hide anything. His little penis dangles there as he swings around in the beat.

She looks at him.

Continues looking at his.

"Why are you nude?"

"'Cause I'm a nudist." He said plainly. As if that's common.

Upon seeing her, his penis doesn't even get erect. It's still small. Unaffected by the tension.

"And then again… why should you have all the fun, darling?"

Mackenzie blushes.

Sits by the dining table.

"What are you cooking?"

"Some love," he looks at her, winks, "with a sweetheart, and a little bit of flirting on the rocks."

Mackenzie looks away.

Her cheeks pink.

"Aren't you aroused?" she instantly regretted asking this. But well, it was done.

He giggles. His willy showing some movement. "No."

"Why?" Oh God what had got into her?

"Because I don't find anything arousing."

Mackenzie frowns. Looks away. "Alright."

He giggles.

His willy wagging.

On the verge of arousal.