Hot Summer Job/Ask her what would be fair
"That's not my fault. Your mom wanted me to take off your nightie, right?"
Larissa nods.
"So how is that unfair?"
"Because! You stripped me to my panties but you're wearing all your clothes!"
"Isn't there an easy way to fix that?" you ask, giving a nod towards her dresser that she doesn't notice.
"Yeah! I get to undress you now!"
You're a bit taken back by how bold she's getting. Perhaps another benefit of being alone in her bedroom.
"That's... not what I was thinking. But I guess so..."
Rissa isn't really asking you. She's already fiddling with your pants before you give in, fighting with the zipper and button on the slim fitting jeans. Once open, she enthusiastically pulls down on the denim. Your boxers shift to and fro, dropping a few inches, but they do manage to remain on your hips while she works your jeans down your thighs.
"It's only fair," Larissa assures you. The girl presses on your calves to get you to step out of your pants one foot at a time.
"Is it though?" you question, despite offering her zero resistance.
"Mhmm!" she cheerfully chirps before balling up your bottoms and throwing them into her hamper. "Now lift your arms!"
You dutifully follow her orders, raising your arms into the air to surrender yourself to your clothes robber. Larissa daintily lifts what she can reach of your t-shirt, her hands running up either side of your torso. She stretches her body upwards in front of you, slimming her scrawny frame even further. You stare down at the tiny pink nipples adorning her chest while she leans into you perched on the tips of her toes.
"You're too tall," Larissa complains, falling back down onto her heels, her hands sliding down to your hips. "Can you do it?"
"Geez, insult to injury," you gripe, crossing your arms under your armpits.
"Do it slowly..." insists Rissa, the words themselves delivered long and leisurely.
The way she said it makes your dick twitch. You pause for a second, then painstakingly peel your t-shirt higher. She watches you intently, gazing up at you even as your shirt is pulled high enough to cover your face. That's when she giggles. An innocent sound that is then followed by a not so innocent tug.
"Hey!"
"Heeheeheehee!"
You lower your shirt back down to your armpits in order to survey the scene. Larissa has yanked your underwear down to your knees and is now giggling to herself while staring unabashedly at the teenage cock swinging between your legs. She looks as embarrassed as she is proud of herself as she steps back to take it all in.
"Is this fair?" you mutter before lunging forward. Larissa sees you moving in, but she barely starts to turn before you hit your target. With one swipe you drop her panties to mid-thigh, exposing her hairless little slit.
"EEeeee!" she shrieks, clawing the purple fabric back to pelvic level. "No fair! It's still my turn!"