“Liz, I’m really not…”

Liz sighed, “Jake, we’re best friends okay? And plus, one of these days you’re gonna see a naked girl,” she paused, “Okay, well, I’m not even naked. I have a bra and underwear on,” she paused, shaking her head and then continued, “so chill.”

I sighed, she had a point. About us being friends that is. And about the umm…naked girl thing….

“Jake, hel-lo!” she said brattily as she held up a pair of short dark brown cargo shorts and a pair of jeans that were ripped at the bottoms.

“Uhh…” I said, still strangely focused on her state of dress, or, rather, lack there of.

She put the pants and shorts down on her bed and turned around to her closet to grab a grey shirt with blue owls all over it in various places. Such as two owls situated right over her full breasts, sitting on their printed on perch, eyes wide, staring at me.

“Damn owl eyes.” I muttered.

“Hmm?” she looked down at me, sitting on the end of her bed, which was covered in a hot pink duvet, her right eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“Nothing. I’m just not comfortable right now,” gulp “with your parents downstairs and” another gulp, “everything. And you…umm…well…” my voice drifted off to silence as she moved closer to me. I caught the scent of her perfume. Oh god, the scent was so heavenly.

I wanted to reach out and tear her clothes off right then and there. I felt the effects she was having on me and I banished the thoughts from my mind, closing my eyes and quickly clearing my heard, “I’m just not comfortable with you like this.”

Oh shit, I thought as she padded over to me, clad in only her owl t-shirt, turquoise colored bra which was under the t-shirt, and a skimpy pair of black and white striped underwear, “Jacob, darling. We’ve been best friends since we were born. Chill out. You should be comfortable around me like this, I mean, hello, we were born in the same room at the same time. So that means, that whenever you watch home videos of you being born,” she paused for dramatic emphasis, “ you're seeing me completely in the nude, dozens of times.” she paused again, “ and I you. Besides,” she paused again, “I feel completely comfortable around you like this—”

“I’ll say.” I muttered under my breath.

“So you should be too.” she sat down next to me, her tanned arms encircling my neck, lifting her naked legs up and on top of my lap to where she was sitting on my lap in her skimpy black and white striped underwear, which were very temptingly calling me to rip them off her and do her on every flat surface possible in this room. Then she hugged me, pressing her breasts into my arm, which made me so much more comfortable. Not.

“Besides,” she said, hopping up from my lap, “I need your help on deciding what to wear to mine and Chad’s first date.” She smiled at me, I smiled at her.

In my mind was a picture of the fairly good looking dumb-ass, who had blonde hair and green eyes, and was a loser, might I add, that Liz was so infatuated with, and ripping his head off.

“Liz, in case you haven’t noticed,” I paused as she turned to look at me, “I’m a guy. We don’t do that sort of thing.” I said, trying to keep my focus on solely her face. I looked into her deep, ocean blue eyes. Damn, this is so not working.

“Yeah, but I need to know what looks good in a guy’s perspective. And who better to ask than a guy himself.” she said, smiling at me and then giggled as she turned towards her lingerie chest.

She looked over her shoulder at me, “Turn your head. See, I do have some sense of privacy.” she said scoldingly and yet playfully at the same time.

“Why?” I asked, sounding as defiant as I could, trying to show her that I was fine with the situation now.

“Fine.” She said and began to pull down her underwear. I quickly turned my head and blushed.

She began to giggle at me. I heard the soft rustle of clothing sliding down her skin and had to clear my thoughts once more before I started imagining things again. My skin prickled for a moment.

“Okay, you can look now.” She said.

Slowly, I turned my head. She picked up the jeans and shorts once more, but as she did I saw the top of her underwear, it was light blue and lacy looking. I wished to reach out and touch it, my arm began to tingle to life and I stomped out the desire to touch the lacy little thing.

“Okay, so which one?” She looked at me expectantly.

I thought for a moment. The shorts would make Chad want to touch her, and I hated that idea. A lot. So I said, “The jeans.”

She looked at me, then at the jeans, and said, “Okay then, shorts it is.”

She turned around to put the jeans away and I saw the back of her underwear, or, uh, lack there of.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably and said, “Um, Liz?”

“Yeah?” she said over her shoulder.

“I think you got ripped off at that underwear store you bought those from.” I said, eyes still focused on her amazing ass.

“Why do you say that?” She said as she spun around, my head snapping up to look her in the face instead of the ass, a worried look on her face.

“Uh,” I paused, trying to erase the burning image of her hot, amazingly firm for a 17 year old, ass, out of my mind, “because there’s no back to it, there’s only a little string that goes…umm….well—”

“Jake, dear, I didn’t get ripped off.” she said, “I bought them this way.” I, for one, was a little confused; apparently it showed in my face.

“Jake, it’s called a thong. It’s supposed to be with this thin little string in the back.” She said as she pulled the thin, elastic string away from her skin and released it, letting it snap back into place.

‘Oh God.’ I thought to myself, a feeling of pure desire rushing through me.