Go Commando

You shrug, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts with nothing beneath them. Giving a brief look in the mirror, you're satisfied they're on as secure as possible by tying the strings together. Sure things might be a little breezy, but you weren't worried. It was just one quick run right? You look at the clock, realizing it was approaching nine and quickly hop in the car, racing over to the park where you agreed to meet. You're only a few minutes late, and see the figure of Courtney standing beside her car. You pull alongside her and hop out, saying hello.

"Hey anon! You look great! Hope you're ready to run man!" Courtney seems genuinely glad to see you, and any thoughts of her being "blacked" leave your mind. You exchange small talk for a moment and then begin the run.

So far so good, you think to yourself. You've gone nearly a mile now, and you're still feeling energized, breathing steady. However, you've been noticing your shorts are not on as tight as before, and you're nearly certain that the knot is coming undone.

"Damn, anon, you keep a really good pace! I was worried I'd have to keep stopping and slowing down to be honest. You're still really fit!"

Your hand moves away from the knot and you thank Courtney quick, unsure whether to ask her to stop so you can fix the knot on your pants.