The Secret in the Back Room

My summer shorts were loose to begin with, and since I had put them on just to sleep, I hadn't even bothered with a belt. One quick tug, and they slid right off.

"Wow… Helen really picked out something good this time."

Clarissa sounded excited now. She had moved right up behind me, close enough that I could feel her breath against my back every time she spoke.

Inside, I was panicking and furious at the same time, but I didn't dare move. If she realized what was really going on, the embarrassment would be unbearable.

What now? What was I supposed to do?

Clarissa had already pulled my shorts down. My body was fully exposed right in front of her.

"Whoa, that's huge."

Her voice carried even more excitement now.

Her hands kept sliding over my hips, the warmth of her touch making my heart hammer against my ribs.

Then suddenly, something warm, soft, and wet pressed against the most sensitive part of me.

Was that… Clarissa's lips?

My mind went completely blank.

The realization hit like a bolt of lightning. My face burned with shame and panic, but underneath it all, there was a strange, dangerous thrill I couldn't ignore.

Common sense told me I should shout and stop her immediately.

But another voice in my head said no.

Clarissa clearly thought I was just some kind of display toy. If she suddenly realized the truth, how would either of us ever face each other again?

We lived on the same street. It wasn't like we could just pretend the other didn't exist.

Clarissa owned the antique shop next door. She always came across as cultured and gentle, the kind of person who carried herself with quiet elegance.

Surely, she wouldn't actually do anything too far with what she thought was a product, right?

That was what I kept telling myself.

Just endure it. As long as she didn't figure it out.

"This thing feels incredibly real," Clarissa murmured. "Where did Helen even get it? I'm definitely asking her about it later. I want one, too."

She sounded so excited that every word came out with warm breath brushing across my stomach, sending shivers over my skin.

Then suddenly, a soft hand wrapped around my manhood.

My whole body jolted before I could stop it. The sudden surge of sensation made me twitch.

The moment I realized what I had done, my stomach dropped.

Oh, no. Did she notice?

"Huh? It actually reacts when you touch it?" Clarissa said, sounding amazed. "That's crazy realistic. What kind of technology is this?"

Her excitement only grew.

I closed my eyes in despair.

If anyone had told me that I would end up lying naked from the waist down in front of a woman like some kind of store display…

I would've thought they were out of their mind.

But now that it had gone this far, I was even less able to say anything.

If there had been a way out earlier, it was gone now.

All I could do was pray silently that Clarissa would finish looking and leave.

I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else.

She was so close to my private parts that I could clearly feel her breath brushing against my skin with every inhale.

My body trembled without permission.

Along with the shame, there was also a hidden pulse of excitement I couldn't deny.

The moment I realized that, a wave of fear washed over me.

What the hell was wrong with me?

"Wait… why does this thing kinda look like Shawn's?"