We grow closer

Caitlyn and Tom are like family to me now. We are totally comfortable around each other. They started walking half naked in front of me. I have no idea if they know how much I enjoy that. I’m totally straight but seeing Caitlyn in her undies and Tom wearing nothing but his boxers make me very excited.

Tom is much shorter than me. And his body is hairless. I’m surprised by the lack of bulge in his boxers. I remember Caitlyn told me his penis was small. I wanted to see something but nothing was visible. Maybe it was a bad angle.

Caitlyn is the same height as Tom. They look like brothers. Her boobs are about the same size as mine, very small. She had no curves, but she was very cute. I loved her hair. It fitted her pale skin. Same could’ve been said about Tom.

Today Tom and I we’re watching a soccer match. I’m not really into sports but it was the Colombian national team playing. Tom was Irish so he had always been a big soccer fan. I’m wearing a top with no bra and a pair of leggings. Tom is sitting wearing nothing but his boxers. Caitlyn is working.

They know I don’t mind them undressed in front of me. But I’m not as comfortable. Mainly because my ass is too big. It would be vulgar. Maybe another time.

I’m very aroused. I can’t stop looking at Tom’s crotch. Why is there no bulge. I want to see how small it is. I wonder how can it grow. If I could I would’ve lowered his trousers right there. But I can’t.

Colombia scores!!!!

I’m cheering. I don’t like sports but I love watching Colombia playing. Tom don’t have any preference in the game but he’s happy for me. As the game continues I notice he is sympathizing with my team.

At half time Tom gets dressed and rushes to buy some beer. I’m disappointed because he keeps his clothes on. Beer and soccer together reminds me of my family.

At this point the game is very close. Colombia is getting dominated but we’re still leading. Ten minutes left after a dangerous attack from the rival team Colombia scores in a counter. We cheer together this time.

We hug for a few seconds. After the hug I’m still close to him. I’m sitting in such position my ass is touching part of his body, his left hand. Not on purpose. When I bend over my ass is exposed to him. I notice him staring. He looks away immediately. He did nothing wrong. But I can see that he feels guilty. He’s a good guy.

I look at his crotch again but he is wearing jeans. No way I’ll see something. I’ll need to improvise or maybe I should forget about this idea.