“What a night. Indian porn sex I mean, why bring it to the con if it’s a dress?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. Even Chloe, who had become notoriously stingy in handing out compliments, had expressed grudging enthusiasm for his abdominal lines, those distinct v-shaped lines of pelvic muscle that disappeared down into his pants. That’s the last thing anyone should be worried about right now,” Brian laughed. “Do you want my jeans?”
She hooked her thumbs into the tiny front pockets of her pants and gave them a slight tug. It’s nice.”
“That’s rude,” Kelly scoffed. Th-they’re for you to keep.”
“…Seriously?” He unfolded the panties in astonishment, unable to keep his eyes from flicking to her other hand nervously smoothing her nightshirt against her leg. Really… thank you.”
“Hey, no guarantees that it’ll be comfy or anything. “It’s… nice, I… guess?”
“Keep talking, it’s therapeutic,” Kelly whispered, caressing pink locks of hair away from Stephanie’s pale neck with her fingertips. Since it’s his room, that’s was, uh, that’s what’s fair.”
“Right, ‘fair’, huh. It was fuckin’ weird, and kinda cool.
