Once her clothes were neatly folded and set aside, my gaze drifted downward. I looked at her luscious sexy body, even though her boobs were small, her body being hot and slim would probably fill that gap in a relationship.
"Your hair down there is really short." I wasn't sure why I said it, maybe to keep the experiment going, or maybe just to see how she'd respond. Her down hairs were really short like she just recently trimmed it down.
Emily froze mid-movement and shot me a glare. Her face flushed slightly, but it wasn't full-blown embarrassment, just mild irritation. Of course getting to see a flustered and embarrassed face of a girl after saying this is what makes people say this in a relationship.
"Stop staring and keep your comments to yourself unless you want me to report you for harassment." Her words sounded like a warning, but there wasn't much force behind them. Like she was saying it for just the sake of saying it and nothing else.
It was another dead end. Asking questions clearly wasn't going to yield the results I was looking for.
Switching tactics, I said, "Tell me, are you naturally that trimmed?"
Without hesitation, she replied, "I shave it." A small blush on her face as she replies. Her voice was flat and emotionless, as if the question hadn't fazed her at all, but a blush on her face did.
Pressing further, I asked, "Why did you shave it?"
"Because it gets too long," she said matter-of-factly. "Certain outfits end up pulling on it, or worse, it sticks out. It's easier to just get rid of it and not deal with the hassle."
Even though the topic was incredibly personal, Emily answered as if we were discussing the weather. I looked at her pussy and her toned naled body.
After that, Emily slipped into the lingerie set she had picked out earlier. She adjusted the straps, straightened the hem, and then turned around in front of me, showing off every angle as if she were modeling in front of a camera.
Her expressions were that of nervousness, but there was also something she wanted to say but couldn't or probably didn't know how to. As if she genuinely wanted my opinion.
"Well? What do you think?" Her voice sounded casual, but I noticed the slight way her shoulders tensed as she waited for my answer.
'Honestly? She looked better without it. But that wasn't the kind of thing a girl would want to hear, especially in a situation like this.' I bit back the thought and gave her what I figured was a safe compliment.
"It looks good, cute, even," I said, pausing for a moment before adding, "Honestly, this is the kind of style that's perfect for now For your well toned, hot and slim body. Once you get bigger, you probably wouldn't feel comfortable wearing something like this."
Emily's lips curved slightly into a smile.
"That's true," she said, glancing at herself in the mirror as if imagining how the lingerie would look on her in the future.
"Anyway, from a guy's perspective, I'd say you've got great taste." I tried to sound sincere but not overly enthusiastic, just enough to come across as honest without making things awkward.
Complimenting women had never been my strong suit or never was you to begin with, but I always figured keeping things simple and genuine worked better than trying too hard.
Emily's smile lingered as she straightened the strings of the lingerie one last time. She seemed satisfied with my comment, nodding slightly before turning back toward the bench where her clothes were folded.
"I'm going to change back," she said, her tone light and matter-of-fact. And just like that, I got to watch her undress again.
The sight of her slipping off the delicate fabric was like I was with a therapist and the therapist was trying hypnotic therapy on me.
My eyes followed every motion, the way her fingers worked the clasps, the soft glide of straps falling from her shoulders, the curve of her body revealed piece by piece.
There was something undeniably intimate about watching a girl strip down, and I had to remind myself to keep my expression neutral, even as my gaze on her body was longer than it should have been.
When Emily was completely bare again, standing in front of me with an almost casual grace, I found myself blurting out a question before I could stop myself.
"Aren't you embarrassed changing in front of me like this?" Emily froze for a moment, then looked at me.
"Of course I'm embarrassed!" Her voice was sharp, but her expression softened almost immediately, as if she couldn't stay upset.
She let out a sigh and added, "But you being here feels… normal. So I don't know why I am feeling embarrassed?"
I frowned. 'Normal? How could any of this feel normal?'
Her words hung in the air, unsettling me. She said it with such conviction, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. But to me, it felt like a My whatever ability was in work
Convinced now that I needed to push further, I threw caution aside and asked, "By the way… are you still a virgin?"
Emily's head snapped toward me. Her eyes widened, and for the first time, genuine anger flared in her expression.
"What kind of question is that?!" Her voice was sharp…sharp enough to cut through the air and landed on my face.
Crap. I knew I'd pushed too far, but I couldn't back down now.
"Tell me, are you a virgin?" Her reaction shifted instantly. The anger drained from her face, replaced by a calm, almost blank expression.
"Yes." The single word hit me harder than it should have. There was no hesitation, no defensiveness, just a flat, factual statement.
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. My heart pounded in my chest as I forced myself to say what came next.
"Show me your pussy."
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