>>110497953Sure, the two of them could have gone one at a time, backs to each other, as would probably be more typically modest for a couple of adolescent friends with the hormones rushing around their brains that regularly lead to feelings of embarrassment about much lesser events than being seen in the nude. However Hilda thwarted any opportunity for the pair to think ahead that far when she kicked off her boots, removed her scarf and beret and began to pull her tights down right in front of the anxious boy, who quickly began feeling the warmth of blood flooding to his cheeks and a disorienting haze over his mental processes take hold.
“My mum is expecting me home, so we don’t have all night.” Hilda stated matter-of-factly as she stepped fully out of her black tights, and to the further shock of David, moved her hands back underneath her skirt and begin to lower another article of clothing, this one of soft and crisp white cotton, with pink stitching lining the fabric.
“W-wh-what.. woah!” David managed to stutter out as Hilda’s legs straightened, causing her panties to promptly drop to her feet, after which she put her right leg up and bent her back down in order to unhook the leg hole surrounding her ankle. “Can’t I keep my own underwear on!”
Hilda replied to his comment with a warm giggle. “Briefs and a skirt, that’s silly David.”
I have to get this over with, don’t I. David thought as he began by pulling his sweater up and off followed by his shirt as Hilda’s hands rapidly moved towards exposing another private part of her anatomy to him. One of David’s hands lowered to reach the button on his pants while the other other gripped onto the zipper, and the button was undone just as his best friend arched her back, put a leg up and began to step out of her skirt.
