Is that a challenge?

I didn’t answer her out loud.

But in my head, the decision was already made.

I was going to take her out for the day next week. Nudist beach or not — I was going to make it happen. The thought of her walking around completely naked in public, knowing I was there with her, had lodged itself in my brain and wasn’t going anywhere.

Before I could say anything, Alice’s phone started ringing on the table.

She glanced at the screen, sighed, and mouthed “sorry” at me. She answered the call, putting it on speaker as she climbed off me.

“Hey babe,” she said casually to her friend while she grabbed the remote and put a movie on in the background — some random action film with the volume low. She sat down on the bed next to me, fully dressed, while I was still completely naked.

I stayed where I was, propped up against the pillows, cock still half-hard from the challenge she’d thrown at me. She glanced over, smirked at the state of me, then went back to her conversation like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Her friend was loud enough on speaker that I could hear most of what was being said. They chatted about normal stuff — work, some drama with another friend, plans for the weekend. Alice’s voice was relaxed and easy, but every now and then she’d reach over and casually run her fingers along my thigh, or brush against my cock like it was nothing.

The movie played quietly in the background.

Every so often she’d glance at me, bite her lip, then look away again like she was trying not to laugh.

The whole situation was strangely hot — me naked in her bed while she chatted on the phone with her friend like everything was normal.

She muted the phone for a second and leaned in close to whisper:

“You’re not putting those boxers back on, are you?”

Then she unmuted and kept talking like nothing had happened.