Stop him.

You take his hand and tell him to wait. You suggest that since you've been friends for awhile, it wouldn't be weird for him to stay while you changed. He flushes with embarrassment but nods, closing the door beside him, leaving you two alone in his bedroom.

Slowly, you pull down the culprit panties down your long legs and off your feet, knocking them side. You pull yourself back up, looking towards him. It's clear he's uncomfortable in his trousers now, thanks to you. You approach him to take the boxer briefs from his hand, but you're both alone... You realise it would be incredibly mean to leave him like this, and you're aroused as well.

You stand much loser to him than needed, hovering your mouth inches from his. "Jane..." you hear him whisper, dropping the underwear to take hold of your hips. You whisper his name back, stepping as close as you can possibly be, wrapping our arms around his shoulders. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he begins to caress your shoulder with his lips. You feel his hand move down your sides before his fingers slide down the left and right edges of your skirt. Your knees weaken as he touches so close to your pussy, completely uncovered beneath the skirt.

You feel the skirt fall to your feet, and then a pair of hands on your bare bottom, caressing the cheeks in a sensually encouraging way. You push hard against him, kissing him passionately.

He pushes you away, letting you fall onto your bum on the edge of his bed. You squirm, wanting to hold him more but you realise the justification for his action. He takes hold of his shirt, and pulls it up and over his head to toss across the room. You bite your lip as you inspect his half naked body, looking much nicer than you imagined... Not that you imagine your friends naked. Often.