Sophie 3

When Connor takes off his clothes I can't help but watch. He's so manly and adult. I feel like I've only ever seen men like him in movies or in magazines. This is my first encounter with one in the wild. I feel my entire body get hot, even though I'm wearing as little as possible. Well, I guess I could be wearing less. I blame the heat on the **** still burning through my veins.

I also blame the **** for making me glance down as Connor unveils his boxers. Sober me would never have gawked at his bulge like that. I snap my eyes away as quickly as possible, but the deed is already done. The image is already in my mind. And now it just won't go away.

I'm barely even paying attention to the others, just trying not to think about Connor's bulge or what's causing it. It's not until Eric shouts something, that I turn back to what's going on, and see my boyfriend childishly tearing off his clothes like a petulant toddler. I shrink away, embarrassed for him. He has none of the grace or finesse of his brother.

Worse, he stops right after his belt is unbuckled and just stands there with everyone watching him. It's incredibly awkward, not just for him, but he's my boyfriend. Anna and Connor are going to wonder what I see in him. All he has to do is pull down his pants and be in his underwear. What's so hard about that? I did it.

Losing my patience, I stomp over to my boyfriend, saying "For goodness sake, Eric, it's just your underwear."

I grab them and yank his pants down in one smooth motion, but being tipsy, my own balance isn't particularly great, so I drop to my knees as I tug his trousers down to his feet. I look up and realize I'm eye level with my boyfriend's crotch, staring directly at his boxers. And my first thought is...there's no bulge.