I get to Franc’s place around 6pm which I figure gives me plenty of time to get in, hit it and get out before the dweebs arrive.I should have known ...better.Six of them beat me there. I should have just turned around and left, but I didn’t want to look like the total prick I am. I give her the flowers anyway ‘cause I’d look like a jackass if I didn’t. They’re eating pizza and playing some game on graph paper. “What’s all this?” I ask – mostly because I’m too stupid to keep my damn mouth. I picked her up to take her to her room as I open the basement door I heard a semi loud music of classical European music and my parent’s and her parents were conversing and having wine and cheese and stuff of that of that sort. I went to the second floor open her bed room door and put her in her bed I took off her shoe’s and though off taking her pants off, but it seem a little inappropriate at the time so I unzipped and unbutton her pants so she could sleep comfortable. I cover her and. There could have been several reasons for the unsteadiness of her hands and I didn't bother to speculate on the cause. The shorts joined her top on the bed and she kind of folded her hands in front of the crotch of her pink thong. It was adorable!The pause was only seconds, but I read it to mean that we were even—both in just bras and panties—and that it was my turn to take the dressing game to the next level. I reached up behind my back and after unfastening the hooks, shrugged the straps off. Clarissa didn’t live alone in the flat. Her boyfriend was sitting in front of the television and briefly greeted them as they entered. Charlotte sat in the living room while Edwin and Clarissa prepared the coffee. It seemed to take ages to arrive, and Clarissa’s boyfriend seemed far more interested in the television than on chat. It was the city’s only naturist station, Nude Horizon, and like all naturist stations there were strictly no clothes, but also none of the explicit sex associated.