... or clasp but only finding complicated clamps and locks. Brad pulled away from their kiss, frustrated. “Ah, Jen, I think I need a little help back here. How does this come off exactly?”
Jenny pulled away from Brad, confused. “What do you want to take my dress off for?”
“Well, it's kinda necessary Jenny. We both have to be naked to have sex.”
“Naked?!” shouted Jenny, alarmed. “But... but I've never let anyone see me naked before. Well, except for mom, but that doesn't really count. Are you sure?” Brad nodded solemnly. “'Fraid so. Remember, this was your idea, not mine. I'm just teaching you how I learned it at summer camp.” Jenny clasped her arms over her front protectively, her gaze falling to the floor as she thought it over. “Well...” she took a breath, “I guess so. But... you go first, ok? I'm kinda nervous still.”
“Ok. That's fair, I guess.” Jenny took a seat on the edge of Brad's bed and watched him undo the belt holding his robe shut. Letting the housecoat fall to the floor left him in one of his typical white shirts, and a pair of loose fitting tan slacks. Without skipping a beat Brad pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it into a nearby laundry hamper. Brad paused to gage Jenny's reaction, but she sat fairly expressionlessly on his bed, her hands folde...