Shiver

Shiver


When they reached Layla’s house, she was out of the car faster than Harry was. She was already halfway up the stairs by the time Harry reached the door. Managing to get quite a view of Layla’s lacy knickers as she short skirt moved with her, Harry found his already semi-tight jeans tightening uncomfortably in a certain, noticeable area.

Harry panicked, ‘What the hell? I'm supposed to be gay, right? I like boys! Well, just one, but still! That means I'm gay, doesn’t?’

Harry sighed and kicked his shoes off near the bottom of the stairs and closed the door. It was the week, which meant Layla’s parents were at their beach house, ‘Leaving me alone with Layla for two whole days… just great.’

“Are you coming, or what?” Harry looked up at Layla, now clad in just her knickers and bra. She rolled her eyes as Harry stared, open-mouthed. She turned around and went back to her room.

Harry tried in vain to adjust his ‘problem’, but it didn’t really help with the jeans he was wearing.

“If you keep prancing around in your knickers, I will be.” He muttered darkly, pressing his hand against his growing hardness and attempted to walk up the stairs normally. He turned down the hall, and went to Layla’s bedroom, where he stopped in the doorway and stared.

Layla had changed her lacy knickers and bra into a smaller version of them, revealing more skin to Harry. She turned towards the door when she heard him gasp softly.

“What do you think? I just got them and I thought they were cute. What do you think?” she did a little twirl, giving Harry the whole view. She waited patiently for Harry to form a coherent reply.

“Guh,” was all he managed. Layla smiled.

“So… you like them?” Harry nodded dumbly, still staring. He could feel his jeans get tighter, which he didn’t think was possible, and whimpered. He brought his hand down to try and give himself some friction but Layla caught his wrist.

“Ah, ah, ah, We can’t have that now can we?” Harry whimpered again.