Sarah can’t stop staring at him

“Can you come in, real quick?”

Luke made sure to hide himself as much as he could behind the front door, hoping that no one outside happened to see him. He was already humiliated enough and hoped that he could at least contain his... situation... to the house. The less people that saw him, the better, and it was going to be extremely hard not to think about getting hard with his crush around. Shit.

Sarah grabbed the handle of the door, slamming it completely shut and exposing Luke’s situation. Her hazel eyes were immediately looking down - he was nervously studying her face, trying to make out a frown or a smile or anything other than the clear shock and confusion that was evident. She blinked and then looked at Luke in the eyes, forcing a smile. He nodded and started walking back to his room, motioning for her to follow. Luke couldn’t help but feel that her eyes were watching him from behind, almost as if they were planted onto the skimpy white garment that covered his ass.

“So, you wear tighty-whities. My twelve year old brother does too,” Sarah quipped as they were finally alone in the bedroom. She shut the door behind her and continued to examine his exposed state. “I really don’t think that is the end of the world. I mean, really, Luke? You have me drive here just so I can see you waltzing around in your underwear? What is this, some kind of come on?”

“First off, we aren’t in high school, it’s just underwear. Not tighty-whities, underwear. And I am not coming on to you,” Luke stammered, his cheeks nearly completely red in frustration and embarrassment. “I came home last night and do my laundry. Went to bed and when I woke up, none of my clothes were here. They were all gone. Every single shirt and every single pants. Even my boxers are missing. I don’t know if someone is playing some sick prank or accidentally threw my shit out but I am really **** here, Sarah. I really need your help.”

“You say that you aren’t coming on to me but then why is that sticking out?”

Her finger pointed down to his groin. Luke gulped as he looked down in terror, watching in horror as the whole length of his penis pushed against the cotton of his briefs, leaving an obvious tent that anyone could see. Anyone but him, at least. “Fuck,” Luke whispered, jolting his hands forward as he cupped himself. This had to be the single worst day of his entire life - his biggest crush saw him look like a total dweeb in these stupid tighty-whities and now she knew that he had a raging boner for him. “It isn’t what it looks like.”

“Hm. I think it is exactly what it looks like.”