For a 15 year old, his chest was delicious, muscular enough to make it square but smooth enough to be cute. The elastic fabric had fallen just low enough to see the top of a thick bush of hair above the large lump just below that. On further inspection, that hair trailed lightly yet densely up, not in a line but in a band six inches across up to his firm chest and around his nipples. I could see the light brown hair under his arms as he leaned against the open door. 'Hey,' he said to me in a friendly greeting. Then, noticing my outfit, his eyes set into a different expression.
'Need something?' he asked, friendly again, but with a cocky smirk to one side. I took a moment to consider a possible way of getting in his house, then settled on the only logical reason I could be there. 'Actually, I was wondering if you needed anything,' I said in my cutest voice and bit my lip. 'I- uh.' the smirk faltered as he took in all the implications of my offer. Then, probably deciding he took me the wrong way, said, 'You wanna come in? We can watch some TV after I get changed.' His smile came back but with only welcome, maybe confusion, as he moved out of the door way to let me in.
