A Friend is Made

Alexis, standing in the doorway, quickly looked outside to make sure nobody was coming or looking in their direction, then closed the door behind her. She turned back around and looked at me, a stunned expression on her face.

“Okay, so I'll admit. This was the last thing I expected to be wrong. No, scratch that. This wasn't even on the list. However, I can't even say this was the weirdest or worst. That would have to be- No, never mind. It's not important. Sorry, I ramble when I get nervous or excited. Not that I'm nervous, that is! I mean, it's just that you're- Oh, boy, I'm rambling again! I'm sorry.”

At this point, I was more confused than anything. She wasn't freaking out, which is what I expected, nor was she being calm. If anything, she seemed... happy? I could have been mistaken at that point, but I think she was truly happy.

“Umm... you're not going to scream?” I asked. She gave me a small chuckle and swept her hair from her face.

“Why would I scream? You didn't do anything horrifying or wrong. If anything, I'm trying to keep myself from squealing like a fangirl!”

This was... definitely surprising. Why on earth would she react that way? I couldn't understand a single thing going on at this point. She was not reacting how I expected ANYONE to. I had to find out what was going on.

“Okay.... may I ask why?”

This caused her to freeze up and give a little squeal of surprise. Her eyes went wide as she stared at me, then around the small bathroom space, then back at me.

“You... you want to know why I'm acting like this. Oh, yes, well- Yes, I suppose- I suppose you do deserve an explanation. Just... can you keep a secret? Wait, of course, you can. Silly me. You've got, well, your secret, so you must be good at keeping them. It's only-”

“ALEXIS!” I yelled, maybe a little louder than I should have. Still, it had the effect I wanted in that she stopped her rambling. She gave a nervous giggle, then brushed her hair back behind her ear.

“Right, yes, of course. Well, here we go.”

She then started to pull her swimsuit off over her shoulders, much to my surprise. I started to speak out in protest, but before I could say a single word, her suit had dropped to the floor. I could only stare at her, my eyes were wide at the sight of her naked form in front of me: her slender frame, her small breasts with perky nipples, a cute amethyst navel ring, and a dick about 5 inches long.

“Oh” was the only thing I could say this time.