Pool Hijinks Part 4

The constantly blushing Layla, having just narrowly escaped being stripped nude at the pool by the mercy of her friend Alan, has just been reminded that she promised to let him see her naked in private if he let her go. Which he did, so now she owes him.

Layla got red all over once again, and looked right into Alan's eyes. He was serious! She began to panic and thought wildly, hoping to think of a way out of this. "I..can't" she meekly whispered, and Alan simply replied "Sure you can! You promised. Besides, you owe me after you got to see me naked like that." Layla tried to think up an argument, "But..." but she had nothing. Alan sat and reclined back in the bed facing her, with Layla smack dab in the middle of his bedroom. She was silent for 10 whole seconds, and then suddenly she blurted out "Ok fine!"

Layla lowered both of her straps, the super-tight orange one-piece swimsuit being her only article of clothing. Her nipples have been erect and solid since Alan first lost his swim trunks, and they made quite impressive headlights on her small breasts. She placed her straps under her arms without moving the rest of the skintight suit, much like how it was moments earlier at the pool. Only now it was her controlling the revealing, and there would be no stopping. Looking into his eyes, which in-turn were feasting upon her skin, just made her more and more nervous.

After a short while she couldn't take it any longer, so she turned her back to him. Facing away, she started lowering the suit itself, baring more and more of her back. Her cleavage exposed again in the front, and soon she reached the point where her embarrassment had been halted previously. This was the point of no return, and with a terrified deep breath she pulled past that point, exposing her breasts to the empty side of the room. Alan was being tortured by his inability to see Layla's exposed front, and Layla's slow removal of her skintight orange one-piece was turning out to be a tease of epic proportions for the boy. Layla continued her descent until she reached her hips, where she stopped and let go. "Maybe this would be enough?" she thought, and prayed.

Layla placed her hands over her exposed breasts and then turned to face Alan, her swimsuit down to her waist. Lust was running wild in his eyes, and Layla's hyperactive blushing had transformed her entire face and upper chest into a crimson mask of shyness and embarrassment mixed with a hidden level of her own lust running wild. She took a deep breath, counted to three, then moved her hands to the side! Her very rigid pink nipples, always so viewable under her tighter tops, and especially this swimsuit, were sticking out proudly now with nothing but air to hold them back. The light pink areolas accented their perfection, making her small breasts look steller. Alan's eyes went wide as he finally got to see his petite friend's bare chest at long last. Layla, seeing the obvious tent in her friend's shorts, held her arms apart for about 3 seconds, then quickly covered up again and said "There, are you happy now?"

Alan looked at her funny and responded "Oh no, ALL the way! And you gotta stay like that for awhile. Don't just cover up immediately. I didn't get to cover anything for like a couple minutes!" Layla was not thrilled with the idea of staying nude for several minutes, so she angrily blurted out "Well it's weird, ok? You're sitting there covered up NOW and it's hard to take off my clothes with you staring at me like that!" Alan jokingly offered "Well hey, if you want, I could take it off for you. That'd be easier for you, right?" And got a nice "NO! I'll do it" as an answer. Her mind wandered a little bit into naughty territory, thinking 'If you want to help, take yours off instead!', but she couldn't say such a thing...could she? Now that the thought was in her head, that was all she could think about.

Looking at him was making her dizzy again, so she turned away once more. Her hands let go of her boobs and went to straight to her waist, sliding her thumbs inside the half-removed orange one-piece. She lowered it down to her hips, then slowly started pulling it down her butt, mooning Alan. Once her suit was past her cheeks, she bent over and pulled it all the way to her feet. Alan's heart jumped a beat as he struggled to get a better look! Layla immediately removed the suit completely and stood back up, but Alan was pretty sure that he just got a quick flash of her pussy from behind! Still holding her suit in one hand, Layla turned to face Alan while using her free hand to cover her chest and her balled-up removed suit to cover her fuzzy area.

Both teens stared at one another for an awkward moment without motion, and likely without much breathing, until Alan finally blurted out "Well, move your hands!" Willing herself to finally do this, Layla closed her eyes and threw her arms quickly to the sides, making herself into a cross. She was now completely naked right in front of Alan, who was staring at her breasts, their erect little nipples, and her lightly fuzzy pubes, all colored with her full-body blush. She opened her eyes to see pure lust in Alan's face, and slowly lowered her arms to her side.

Alan eventually broke the silence as he commented "God you're hot!" Layla meekly said "...thanks. You are too. You know, when I saw...earlier." "Cool" Alan replied, mostly lost in a sea of hormones. Layla's over-active imagination started working again, and this time she couldn't hold it back. "Would..would you be willing to get naked again too...so I could get a better look?"

Without even answering, Alan stood up and pulled his shorts down, releasing the most intense boner of his young life from its confines. Layla jumped back in shock and covered her mouth with both hands briefly, before lowering them back down again. "Wow"