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She walked past me and offered a wan smile. “Don’t you ever wear clothes?”

“I’m a nudist, remember?” I closed the door behind us. It was a symbolic gesture more than a physical one.

“I suppose I am too… if you’ll still have me.”

“Sure. You wanna start over?”

“Not at all.” I paused and silently rewound. “So, would you like to spend the night with me?”

“I should warn you, I sleep in the nude.”

She laughed and looked me up and down. “I never would’ve noticed. But I kinda like it.”

“Good. Then maybe you could join me.

“Would you like me to undress for you?” She smiled shyly.

“I’d love it. Just a sec.” I threw back the covers and crawled to the far side of the bed, where I lay on my side. Then I propped my head on one hand and used the other to shamelessly stroke myself.

“Oh my gosh,” Christy said. “You have no idea how sexy that is.”

“That’s why I’m doing it. Well, also ’cause it feels good, but I could do it under the covers and it’d feel just as good.” I shrugged. “I guess I like putting on a show.

She smiled hesitantly and put on a show for me. She wasn’t confident or experienced enough to make it a real striptease, but I wasn’t going to complain. Besides, she kept glancing at my dick as I slowly stroked it, so it was completely hard by the time she took off her panties and dropped them to the floor. She climbed in beside me, and I pulled the covers over us. My erection pressed into her hip as I rolled toward her.

“D’you wanna talk about earlier,” I asked neutrally, “or just forget it, like it didn’t happen?”

“Okay,” I said slowly.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, and… you were right.” She huffed in exasperation. “You’re gonna make me self-conscious if you keep looking surprised.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” she said. “Go along, I mean. I…” She paused to find the right words. “I know I get flirty sometimes, especially when I’ve been drinking.”

“Fine. I know I get flirty sometimes, especially when I’ve been drinking.

“Alcohol lowers your inhibitions,” I said, and she nodded.

“Like now. Only, I don’t feel guilty about anything we did, just how I acted. I was really mad at first, but then I couldn’t sleep, and the champagne started to wear off—my stupid metabolism—and I felt really bad. You were just trying to… um… protect me. From myself, I guess.”

“I want you to know, though… I really wanna do those things, the ones I said.