Greg's weakness

Ayumi wanted to shrink away, to disappear into the wooden floorboards beneath her feet. But she **** herself to stay put, her voice wavering only slightly as she delivered her lines. She crossed her legs to cover her vagina and tried to hide as much of her breasts with the script. But she quickly learned that she couldn't read her lines properly. So with a sigh she lowered the script, hiding her cute navel but showing everyone her petite chest.

While she was at least a little hidden from others, there were two guys with prime seats. Liam's eyes never left her. His gaze moved from her breasts to her thighs, tracing every curve of her naked form.

Greg, however, continued to avoid eye contact. His gaze flitted nervously around the room, as if afraid to acknowledge the blatant sexuality permeating the air. Ayumi couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment for his cowardice.

She had willingly stripped naked in front of everyone, enduring the humiliation and shame for the sake of his love to theater. And yet, Greg couldn't even look at her, couldn't muster the courage to meet her gaze.

As they continued to read through their scenes, Greg's discomfort became increasingly apparent. His voice cracked, and he stumbled over his lines, his face flushing a deep crimson. Ayumi couldn't help but feel some sympathy for him. She was like a sister to him, she thought. And now she was sitting there in her birthday suit. Her small breasts, slim figure and a small patch of hair covering her pussy. All exposed to him now. She wondered what he thought of her.

Greg's gaze flickered nervously towards Ayumi, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and apprehension. He knew that he was attracted to her, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it to her. He would ruin their friendship as he thought Ayumi didn't reciproce his feelings.