Now would be as good a time as any to fulfill Melissa’s dare.Being as quiet as I could, I got out of bed and removed the only thing I had left on: m... underwear. My penis stood up straight, and I pumped it a few times for good measure. Grabbing my glasses and holding onto my phone, I went out toward the living room, completely naked.Trembling, hardly able to believe what I was doing, I walked forward, listening to the sounds of the girls breathing. Our fridge had a light near the ice dispenser,. She texted back an affirmation to get your reactions.”As she said that, she leaned her head back slightly on my shoulder, reached down, brushing her palm across the bulge in the front of my pants, and said, “Mmm-hmm, confirms my suspicions. I’m also presuming you’d like to improve the view.”She then slowly hiked up her dress to reveal a black lace thong, spread her legs slightly, leaned over on the table in front of the window, turned her head and rolled her eyes back toward me.“Very, very. But every language has its hot buttons." Well it is weird!" Another voice chimed. The woman looked, bemused, to the other side of the circular, matriculate room they occupied. It was them and a handful of other people, all adorned in similarly unworldly attire, and in various states of leisure, with the same spiral-garnished pupils and defying presence. There seemed to be no roof -- it just went on and on, a series of spiral staircases and concentric rows of shelves of who knew what extending. The sun was shining, and it was 5:15 in the afternoon. I was not living with my parents now, but I had a music lesson, a voice lesson with my rather severe and strict teacher, and my teacher had talked to me at some length about a "professional appearance" when I came to her lessons.Miss Hanscomb, as she preferred that I call her, was one of the most sought after voice and opera teachers in Los Angeles, a city full of singers, entertainers, and musicians. I was far from the most mature.