Get angry

"What the fuck!?" you spit. "I told you to wear a condom!"

Alex goes a little pale. "Oh, shit; I totally forgot!"

"What do you mean, 'you forgot'!? I almost let you cum inside me! I could've gotten pregnant!"

"It's... I just... I forgot in the heat of the moment," your friend stammers.

"Well you're damn sure not fucking me any more," you steam as you grab the thong from the bed where it had been flung during the sexual encounter. You scramble to put it on. You pull it up as you look around for the matching bra. You find it under Jennifer's tank top, and quickly throw it over your shoulders and reach behind your back to clasp it, but you can't seem to get it.

You try and try to get the damn thing to stick before you finally give up and ask for help. "A little help would be nice," you grumble sarcastically. Alex steps behind you. His hands are warm as he grabs the two strips that make up the back of the bra and clips them together. You say nothing and grab the black top, make sure it's facing the right way and pull it over your head and down your torso.

You notice that the bra you're wearing is obviously a size or two too big; you can easily see your nipples just by looking down. "Of fucking course," you moan to yourself. The tank top does little to cover your chest, and your nipples are still clearly visible every time you bend over. Unfortunately, it's too late to find any alternatives.

When you're done with your upper body, you grab the cutoff shorts and try to slip them up your legs. You make it most of the way up, but the fabric gets stuck on your hips and butt. You shift your weight around, trying to shimmy them up, but you're making very slow process. "Alex," you groan at him.

Alex finishes pulling his shirt on as he steps over to you and puts his fingers down the back of the shorts. They're pressed directly against your ass as he grabs the back hem of the denim and pulls up hard. You can't help but realize how good it feels for him to be touching your butt. It doesn't last long -- with his help, the daisy dukes slip up over your womanly shape. You pull the clasp together to button them, requiring more effort than you're used to exerting to button pants.

When you're finally dressed, you run your hands around yourself, making sure you're fully (well, mostly) covered up. As you run your hands down your sides, you realize that you can touch your own bare butt. You move your hands back to verify, and realize that the bottom of your buns are hanging well out of your shorts. You step over to his mirror and turn your head, inspecting what you look like from behind. You may as well not be wearing shorts at all with how little of your ass they covered.

Not only that, but the crotch of the pants is so thin, you can clearly see the edge of even the thin thong underneath. "What the fuck is this!?" you complain.

"Sorry," Alex responds a little sheepishly. "It's all I have."