Just play it cool

Jake sat there stunned for a while, staring down at the soft blue cotton in his hand. The fabric was still warm, so he couldn't help thinking of where these panties had just been, what they had just touched.

"You gonna jerk off with those, or can we play another game?" Eric asked, sounding more bored than annoyed.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Jake coughed, shaking the shock away. He couldn't quite get his head around what just happened, but everyone's being so casual about it that he doesn't want to seem like the weird one. He stuffed the panties into his pocket and takes up the controller again.

They play another couple rounds, and Eric was back to dominating the arena, so Jake laughed sarcastically.

"Maybe we should bet again. The best game I've played all night was for Janie's underwear."

"Alright," Eric shrugged. "What're the stakes this time?"

Jake blinked. Surely Eric wouldn't offer another bet if he wasn't okay with what happened last time, but neither Eric nor Janie should've played along with that. Maybe it was all a long-con prank? If so, Jake decided to push it as far as he could.

"If I'm gonna jerk off with these panties later, I'll need something to jerk it to," he said slowly, bracing for Eric to punch him. "Think you can get Janie to send me some pictures?"

Eric paused to think for a second, and Jake worried that he'd gone too far before his friend spoke again.

"Bikini pics, or full nude?"

He asked it so casually, like he was double-checking a coffee order. Caf or decaf? Milk or soy? Lewd or nude? Jake could hardly believe the sound of his own voice when he answered.