Strip

"Strip." Ethan commands, making sure Charlie knows he's telling her.

Swallowing audible, Charlie reaches for her hoodie's hem, her fingers shaking. It's off quickly. Revealing a simple gray T-shirt underneath. The shirt shows off her bust much better, but it's oddly baggy, not giving a proper view. Shifting to her feet awkwardly, Charlie starts to lower her sweatpants, dropping them quickly. Her shirt remains alone, but the size of it hides part of her hips and crotch.

Charlie pauses, her fingers running over the hem of her shirt.

Ethan considers the delay carefully. When a woman pauses like this, it's for one of two reasons: to tease, or nerves. Normally, Ethan would have chalked it up to the former, given Charlie's... typical attitude, but now...

"The shirt." Ethan keeps his voice stern. "Lose it."

Charlie nods, then lifts the shirt, removing it.

Ethan feels his jaw almost slack, nearly breaking character.

If you had put a gun to his head and asked him what kind of underwear Charlie wore Ethan would have answered boyshorts and a sports bra, simply because it felt in character. Reasonably, he could have seen her being the kind of girl who wore full panties and an ol' reliable beige bra as well, but he never would have guessed what she's actually wearing.

Pink and lacy, the matching bra and panties set are both far more girly and far more sexy than he expected. The bottoms are a g-string, sheer at the crotch, with frills along the bands. Similar frills adorn the band of her bra, and the sheer material returns as well, leaving her nipples only barely concealed. At first, Ethan thinks the bra to be small on her, her tits looking like they're overflowing. After a moment's consideration, he determines it in fact fits fine, the appearance of her tits a feature of the bra. Clearly, Charlie taste's are not what Ethan would have expected.

"That for me?" Ethan barely keep his voice steady.

Charlie jaw slacks, but she closes it, opting to shake her head 'no' instead.

"I asked a question," Ethan leans into character again, composing himself the best he can. "Answer properly."

"N-No..." she eeks out, "It's not for you."

"Then who is it for?"

Charlie clears her throat. "M-me..."

"You wear stuff like that?"

Charlie starts nodding, but quickly remembers to answer properly. "Yes..."

Ethan gives her another look over. "All the time?"

A breath. "Y-yes... All the time..."

Ethan takes a deep breath of his own. This was not going how he thought it would.

{if Ashley Sex 2=true}Glancing at the stairs past Charlie he sees a shadow flicker. Suddenly, the realization that he and Charlie are not alone hits him like a ton of bricks. Ashley is at the top of the stairs, just out of view.{endif}

Standing, Ethan knows what he has to do next.