And just like that you’re down one pair of special order underwear, “That…cost twenty bits…” You say, more shocked at her sudden aggressiveness than your loss of clothing. The torn fabric falls from her teeth as she giggles. Her eyes linger on yours for a bit before they drift down to your throbbing member. You shift your legs uncomfortably beneath her gaze as you come to terms with being bare in front of your best friend. She slowly moves to sit by your side, eyes stare at you unabashedly as a drop of pre forms at the tip and runs down the underside of your head.