I stood up and sat on the edge of my bed. Carla knelt in turn and ran her hand up my bare thigh and up under the leg of my cargo shorts. Her hand encountered my bare c**k, throbbing with want. I had been low on underwear and hadn't bothered to waste a pair when I got out of the shower, since I wasn't going anywhere that night.
Carla let out a little startled but teasing, "Oooh!"
"Hard already?" Beth asked, leaning forward a little.
"No underwear already," Carla replied, caressing my c**k inside my shorts.
"And you like it," I told Carla firmly.
She flashed me a look and nodded wordlessly.
Then she slipped her hand from under my shorts and slowly worked to unbutton the waistband, sliding the button free from the hole with exquisite grace but glacial slowness. The head of my c**k was a
