Richard Begins to Undress
"Your call," Sarah said. She decided that she was going to have Richard give his clothes to Emily, starting with his flip flops.
"You may, Richard," said Emily. "If Sarah lets you undress, then you may."
Richard then stood in front of Sarah, trembling just a little, and said rather prayer-like, "Sarah, please can we continue? I'm ready to impress you."
"I bet you are, Richard. Go back to your spot, Richard, and tell us you would like to take off your flip flops. Ask to do this. If granted, I want you to slide them on the floor beside the couch under Emily's legs. You do want to take them off, don't you?"
Richard stood in front of the TV, looking slightly shell shocked, and peered again at the floor. Then he addressed the couch and the whole room. With amazing obedience he said, "Can I take off my flip flops? Emily, please let me put my flip flops beside you on the floor. Sarah, can I give my flip flops to Emily?"
"I tell you what," said Emily with an air of inspiration. "Tuck in your shirt all the way around so I can see you in your bathing suit. Then you can take off your flip flops."
Richard caught his breath for a moment. He looked at Sarah for guidance.
Sarah acquiesced. "Yes, Richard, that seems reasonable."
And almost at once he began tucking his shirt tails in, and soon was doing a little twist at the knees and hips to reach all of his shirt. Then when he had both hands behind his back, fingers tucking shirt into his trunks, Sarah said, "That's very good, Richard, just like that."
And Richard understood that it was a request to hold this position, and he did, even though it left him feeling awkward with his hands behind him and trunks pulled open in the back and a bit tighter across the front as he stretched them to get his shirt tucked in behind. The outline of his penis was now apparent to both girls. It looked rather large and ran down to the left.
Richard could not look at either girl. He stared openly at the ceiling. Emily, however, stared at Richard, her gaze traveling over his face, his body. It lingered on his crotch, and quickly she developed an acute sense of what was about to take place. She gaped at the state of Richard's arousal and how big his penis looked in his bunched swimsuit.
"How nice, Richard," said Sarah. "Emily and I can contemplate what the outcome might be. I think I know what would be the most impressive outcome here. I expect you do as well, right?"
Again, Richard had no reply, only a swirling set of incomplete thoughts about what would be necessary to be impressive. Sarah, however, wanted Richard to know that she had something definite in mind. She was trying ideas out in her mind, figuring out notions of how and what steps could be taken. She came back again and again in her thinking to the basic idea that she aimed to induce as complete a state of arousal in him as possible for as long as possible. This would in the end be what would most impress her.
"Now, Richard, go stand in front of Emily and offer her your flip flops."
Richard went to stand before Emily and without actually looking at her said rather jerkily, "Can I give my flip flops to you. Can I?"
Emily peeled her eyes off of his trunks and glanced to Sarah. Delight danced in her eyes. She reached over and gave Sarah's hands a little squeeze.
"Richard," Sarah elaborated, "you should kneel before Emily with your flip flops in your hand and offer to give them to her. I think she will decide then what to do."
Richard promptly dropped to his knees, gathered both flip flops, and offered them to Emily.