"Give you my shirt."

(chapter originally by Zendle at writing.com)

The perverted side of his brain screaming in protest, Tom took off his shirt and handed it to Melissa. admittedly he was **** to help cover an attractive half naked girl but she was still his friend, and he reasoned she would do the same thing...probably.

Melissa took the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. The hem came down to just below her panties. Front the front Tom couldn't see much, but behind the bottom half of her butt cheeks contained within the panties were quit visible.

"Take a picture." She grumbled.

Realizing he was caught Tom blush slightly, however the quick peek at Melissa's unmentionables had stirred his hormones and he could feel the blood start to rush below his waist.

"Uh...let's try one of the doors." He said quickly, walking forward. He did this to make it seem like he wasn't going to keep staring but also so that Melissa wouldn't notice his growing erection.

Melissa was still apprehensive about doing anything but considering what just happened she didn't much like the idea of staying in this room. Unknowing to Tom, she was also checking out her bare-chested friend, but unlike him had to obvious signs of her attraction.

Tom opened the door, which led down a long corridor decorated with paintings, it went so long that neither could see the end.

The two glanced at each. One pants less, the other shirtless. "Shall we?" Asked Tom.

The two decided...