Strip

Taking a few steps backward, Ethan makes a choice.

He starts the only way he can think of: shirt first. Pulling it over his head, he immediately feels exposed, his pale skin bared to Alex. Being shirtless in front of girls was, honestly, not too embarrassing, but he could tell Alex already enjoying this. That enjoyment is what was getting to him.

Unbuckling his belt, Ethan starts tugging off his pants, feeling Alex’s eyes on his revealed boxers.

“Hm.. I would have guessed tighty-whities.”

Pants clear, Ethan removes his socks, mostly as a time stall, but they needed to come off anyway. He almost loses his balance getting them off, eliciting a little chuckle from Alex. Frowning, Ethan stands up straight, only one piece of clothing left to remove.

Alex gives him a wide, slightly taunting smile. “Gonna keep me waiting?”

Ethan’s tempted to. His pants hid it, but his boxers are tented. Full mast. There is no question Alex sees it, her blue eyes lingering low. With a small sigh, Ethan goes for broke, tugging down his boxers in one clean move.

“Oh my…” Alex’s reaction, while definitely still playing around, betrays a hint of genuine reaction. “Somebodys not shy.”

Putting his hands over his turgid cock, looks ready to try and block a penalty kick, standing naked in the living room of a girl he barely knows. “Satisfied?”

“Very. Leave the clothes.” Her words are sharp, stopping Ethan from retrieving his boxers. “Upstairs, end of the hall.”

Nodding, remembering where the bathroom is from some vague childhood memory, he makes his way upstairs.

As he reaches the second floor, Ethan feels himself calm down slightly. The worst of it was, as far as he knew, over. Alex would likely play around some more, but he believed he could take whatever she gave him. Walking into the bathroom, he looks in the mirror, noticing just how red his face had become. Slapping his cheeks, he tries to collect himself, but decides perhaps the best way to get his head into the game is to favor cold water over hot for the next few minutes.

It helps.

The cold shower gets his cock under control, and clears his head. Why did he do that? Was he really that **** for sex? In the large scheme of things what he did wasn't that embarrassing, but the way Alex did it… No, even the way she did it wasn't the problem. She teased, but was never mean. Playful, but without being cruel. She walked a thin line, and walked it true. Despite the cold water, Ethan’s cock twitches.

At least somebody knew they liked it.

Turning off the shower and stepping out, Ethan looked around for a towel. There was a hand towel hanging on a rack, but nothing able to wrap around himself. Was this another phase of Alex’s playing? Drying off with the hand towel, trying not to rub his balls on it too much, he tosses it in a nearby hamper, before opening the bathroom door and walking out.