Talk to him about Emily

"You know," you say as if you weren't naked in front of him. "Emily and I were just talking about you."

James seems confused. "Uh, you were?" he asks.

"Yeah. When you came by her room, I made sure to ask about you. You're looking pretty good, James." Your eyes flick down to his chest and to what he's covering with his hands, and then back up to his face. "She says you've got lots of girls asking about you. Is that true?"

Again, it seems like James doesn't exactly understand what's going on. He splutters, trying to look at anything other than your body. "Not lots of girls," he says. Despite his resistance, he still checks out your chest.

You step into the shower and he shies back. The door closes behind you, keeping some of the steam inside between you and him. "She also mentioned you have a nice cock."

That makes him go even redder. "Emily?" he says. "She said that?"

"I know," you say, feigning confusion. "I was shocked, too. It was right after she had just finished going down on me, so I was thinking that I was just making up what she said, but no. She thinks you have a nice cock." You reach out and touch his hands before he has a chance to process what you've just said. His hands are still clamped tight around his junk. "I bet you do too," you said in a breathy voice, taking yet another step closer.