You have to lead the way

“Dani, Lucy!” Robert stammers in shock as he looks at the pair of you standing at his front door, the water dripping from you both and causing all your clothes to cling even more tightly to your curves, “Jesus girls, you look like a pair of drown rats” he spurts the words out almost as if he feels he should say something, anything.

“Well, do we have to stand here until it stops raining, or do you think you could invite us in” you quickly cut in before he has a chance to say anything else, or before he mentally undresses you any further than you are sure he already has.

“Oh of course, sorry, sorry, come on.” He steps aside and waves you into his hallway, clearly still struggling to find his words as he tries desperately to be less obvious about where his eyes are looking right now.

“Bloody English weather, its summer, it’s not meant to bloody rain” Lucy mumbles to Robert as she steps past him, allowing the tongue tied lad to close the door behind you. “You get all dressed up for a night out, you don’t expect to have to take an umbrella now do you” she continues, this time though directing her query at Robert, who although he has managed to close the door, still doesn’t appear to have regained the power of speech.

Briefly the three of you stand silently in Robert’s hallway, you and Lucy waiting for Robert to make the first move, either with offers of towels or simply an invite further into his home, whilst Robert still struggles to drag his eyes off the two girls standing in his hallway, dripping wet and clothes clinging to their sexy bodies.

“Hey, Robert” you call out, realising he is in a daze as he stares at the two of you, “you awake there boy, or have you gone to sleep on us?”

“Hey Luce, no bloke even goes to sleep on me, so if he has, its all your doing” Lucy quickly chimes in, and as the pair of you laugh, Robert finally seems to regain at least some composure.

“Sorry girls, you just threw me for a moment, I was expecting a take away when I answered the door, not you two, especially not you two looking like that” and he waves his hand at you as if this gives more meaning to that comment.

“Like what?” you ask with a grin, “Wet? Sexy? Tarted up?” you lay out the options, enjoying Robert’s nervousness, and you realise that even with all the flirting the three of you have done all year, he is in fact quite shy now that the situation isn’t just one of being in class where it was just for a laugh. Now that the two of you are in his home and looking the way you do, he has come over all coy.