Strip tease (sort of)

"Oh yeah" She slurred. "He thinks we do it all the time. He says everybody 'knows' about us."

"Oh" John was too nervous to know what to say.

"Maybe we should." Emily said reaching behind her and zipping down her dress. "I mean if everyone already thinks we have." She shimmied her shoulders letting the dress fall to her waist before pushing it off her completely. She was now standing before her old childhood friend in nothing but a bra and panties. She couldn't help but giggle at John's slack jawed stare. "I've thought about it before" She admitted while falling back onto the bed.

"Really? When?" John was shocked.

"When I masturbate." She spread her legs and rubbed her mound through her panties. "See?" She said as she lay on her back. "I'm thinking of it now" Her voice was a soft whisper now.

The visual feast before him snapped John out of his nervous trance, and he began tearing his clothes of. He couldn't quite get his pants off over his dress shoes, and it took him longer than he'd like to pry those off his feet, but a little over a minute later he was standing between her legs stroking his pole. Unfortunately, this provided Emily with just enough time to pass out.

"Em?" John said. "Em! ... fuck" Defeated, John sat on his bed next to the drunk girl, still absent mindedly masturbating. She must have been more drunk than I thought, John lamented, shit, my one chance and I blow it, I didn't even get to see her titties. Just then a mischievous thought crossed John's mind.