Andy to Amy

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"How about I let you put some of my clothes on?"

Now that was not the answer that I expected. What I wanted was the good old `if you show me yours, I'll show you mine' or 'well, I'll suck it for you' but clearly Nikki had another agenda. It says something about the state of my arousal that, rather than reject such a ludicrous situation out of hand, I began to think about it. Nikki and I were about the same size height wise -- maybe I was a little taller -- and other than her development in the chest department we were about the same build. So that meant that her clothes would fit me. My mouth was suddenly dry.

"OK," I croaked. "But just looking. No touching."

"OK."

"Promise?"

"I promise," she replied.

"Show me your hands and promise again."

She held her slim hands out. "I promise." Her fingers were uncrossed.

I licked my lips and swallowed. My hands went to the sides of my briefs as I considered whether or not this was really a good idea. All logic and reasoning failed me and I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my briefs and pushed them down. As the waist band went past my crotch my cock slapped up against my stomach. I pushed a little further and the briefs fell to the floor. I raised one foot to step out of them and they tossed them on top of my shorts with the other foot. Finally, and I have no idea why as it wasn't part of the deal, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and added it to the pile. So there I stood, standing in front of my kneeling best friend as naked as the day I was born and sporting an erection that felt as though it was going to burst.

Nikki looked up at me and smiled.

So there I was. Eighteen years old, a virgin, utterly clueless about sex and standing stark naked in my neighbour/best friend's/girlfriend's bedroom sporting a rock hard stiffy while she knelt there in front of me with her eyes glued to it.