Despite all my virgin bashfulness, I had to laugh again. The sound of it was muffled when JJ pulled my blouse off me. In the spirit of 'and eye for an eye' overall balance, I in return divested him of his shirt, and the rest of our clothes followed in a similar manner until we both sitting on the bed in only our underwear.
It felt awkward to me, but the sheer casualness with which JJ held himself, like he wasn't almost naked in front of me—and about to get completely so—took the edge from the feeling. He was smiling as he looked at me, just happy with a huge hint of lustful, and a smile of my own tugged on my lips in response.
"Now you have more clothing than me." He cupped my breasts through the fabric. "That's, as you put it, ma chèrie, 'just unfair'."
