"You don't have the guts..."

Alice leaned back in her chair, still watching me with that calm, unreadable expression.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I don’t expect you to stick around or do anything crazy. This is just casual. We both know what it is.”

Something in me bristled at that.

I looked her dead in the eye and doubled down without even thinking.

“I’ll get my cock out at a nudist beach.”

The words hung in the air between us.

For a second she just stared at me. Then a slow, wicked little smile spread across her face.

She stood up without saying anything, took my plate, and set it aside on the tiny counter. Then she stepped between my legs, put both hands on my chest, and pushed me backward onto the bed.

I let her.

She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, and reached down to hook her fingers into the waistband of my boxers. In one smooth motion she yanked them down and off, tossing them somewhere behind her. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from the conversation.

Alice looked down at it, then back up at my face. Her eyes were sparkling with challenge.

“You don’t have the guts,” she said, voice low and teasing. “You’re all talk.”

She stayed on top of me, fully dressed, while I was completely naked beneath her. Her thick thighs squeezed my hips. Those big tits were right there, straining against her top as she leaned down, bracing her hands on either side of my head.

“Prove it then,” she whispered. “Or admit you’re scared.”

My cock twitched against her shorts.

The sexual tension that had been simmering all morning had just caught fire again.