The one who loses rock-paper-scissors has to listen to what the other says. Ordered to take off my clothes, I do as told. The other's gaze focuses on my private parts, making me feel uneasy. My erect penis pulses with life. "Something feels off, doesn't it?" we both said as we got into the bath. I want to not only look at each other's bodies but also touch them, though it feels wrong to do that with a childhood friend. As if seeing through my thoughts, Meisa asked, "Want to have sex?" "I'm just interested in sex. You don't have to." My parents are away on a trip. It's just me and Meisa alone in this house, able to do whatever we want.
