James

She called my bluff, and the hand that was down her pants now assisted the other in removing them completely, along with her underwear. There she stood in all her naked glory in our kitchen with her clothes—minus the bra still hanging from the lamp—in a pile on the floor. “You wouldn’t do that.”

Before I could actually hit send, the front door swung open and in strolled Neil with Hannah right behind him. It all happened so fast. I had gotten too far away from her to actually provide any barrier or coverage, and Neil’s sights landed on her breasts before dipping down to her neatly trimmed landing strip just above her goods.

“Oh, shit. Dude, I had no idea. I thought you two were talking.”

Hannah slammed the door closed to keep outsiders from seeing in, while I watched the scene unfold, and Neil stared at Cora’s baby maker like a prepubescent teen.

“Cora, oh my God. Where are your clothes?” Hannah squealed in hysterical laughter.