From Andy to Amy

Slowly I turned back towards her, my hands once again in front of my crotch.

"Move your hands," she said, her voice quieter now. It was more of a request than an order, her voice rising at the end of the sentence. After a moment or two of hesitation I did as she asked.

As I write this I have an image in my mind of that bedroom and the two of us there as clear as if it had happened yesterday. I was standing next to the foot of her bed, facing her. She was sitting cross legged on the floor in a pink strappy top and matching shorts, holding yesterday's knickers in her hand. I was wearing a green and red hooped t-shirt which was a bit too small and which left a gap of flesh above my blue and red briefs. Apart from that I was naked. Of course Nikki had seen much more of me over the years when we had been swimming than she was seeing now, but there was something more naked about her seeing me in briefs rather than in speedos. The other difference was that the front of my briefs was poking out very obviously as a result of the erection that they were containing, an erection which felt as though it was made of solid steel.

Nikki just stared at it, absolutely transfixed.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her eyes riveted to the front of my briefs.

"Do you have to stare like that?" I demanded, although if the situation had been revered I'm damned sure I would have been staring too. I rolled my eyes to emphasise the inappropriateness of her staring and, as I did so, I felt her hand close around my package through my briefs. I folded over faster than a pen knife!

"You said you wouldn't touch!" I accused.

"I had my fingers crossed," she replied. Of course -- that invalidated all promises. How could I have missed that one! "I want to see."

"What?? No way. Look, I've done way too much to pay back for staring at your knickers so what say we let me put my shorts back on now, huh?"

"I want to see," she repeated.