Hot Summer Job/Take Larissa upstairs
"Sure, we can go to your room."
Larissa's face lights up. She reaches forward latching onto your wrist then drags you off of the couch and up the stairs at a frantic pace. She gives a light squeal as she pulls you past her door and towards her bed. Promptly sitting you down in the middle of it, she then races back to the entrance to close her door.
"I've never had a boy in my room before..." Rissa muses, slowly walking into the center of her room. Is that why she wanted you up here?
"Oh, look at this!" she orders, darting to a shelf. A small trophy is pulled from its place and thrusted in your direction. "I'm really good at sports!"
The trophy says "participation award". But it could have been for professional sitting because there's no inscription or other indication of why she has it. Or that it's even hers.
"What do you play?"
"Play?" she repeats.
"Er, nevermind." You set the existential acknowledgement on her night stand. A brief moment of silence follows.
"I can do the splits! Wanna see?"
"Sure," you reply as she's already dropping down to the carpet.
"It's really hard," she assures you. Rissa sits down then stretches her legs out to either side. It's not the best showing of gymnastics ability to be sure, but she's definitely trying. The tinkerbell nightie creeps upwards just enough with her stretching to offer a peek at the purple fabric hidden beneath it.
"Yeah, that looks tough."
"I can do a headstand too!"
She spins away from you, whirling with excitement, and leans forward onto the floor. With her hands planted wide and her head down she lifts a knee up onto one elbow then follows up with the other. That leaves her legs spread wide open in your direction while her nightie slips up her torso. The purple panties covering her wide open crotch hang away from her ever so slightly, a visible gap on either side. Just enough that you could slip your fingers behind the fabric, if you were so inclined. Larissa is all smiles even as the bottom of her nightwear begins to cover her face, thus doing nothing to cover the rest of her.
"See?" she asks, as if you weren't staring at her partially naked body from 3 feet away.
"Yup. I can see plenty.."
Her face is completely obstructed now, her body almost entirely bare. Larissa giggles softly, holding her headstand a bit longer, before she flops to one side.
"I forgot I'm still in my nightie..." she says, sheepishly tugging down on the material to regain her modesty. Uh huh, "forgot". A likely story. But her cheeks are getting increasingly rosy.
"Oh yeah," you recall aloud, "Your mom asked me to get you out of that thing, didn't she?"
Larissa pauses, pursing her lips.
"Um... okay."
"Okay?" you repeat.
"Yeah," Rissa replies. She slowly stands, shaking out her nightgown the rest of the way. "You can do it."
"Do what?"
"You know... you can..." Larissa begins to stumble over her words, embarrassment growing on her face. "...can take off my... nightie."
You sit confused for a moment. She wants you to undress her? That's not really what Carrie had said, although it also sort of was. Either way, it's a fun offer, and one that's hard to pass up.
Without too much thought, you reach forward and dip your fingers underneath the bottom edge of the green garment. Lifting the jagged hemline upwards causes Larissa to throw her hands over her face and giggle again. Of course that doesn't make the task any easier for you. The front of the nightie gets bunched up under her arms, exposing everything below her chest other than what is covered by her girly little purple panties. You're not complaining. Instead you lean back and take a moment to size up her delightful little midriff, her lightly tanned skin firm and flawless all the way down.
Leaning over her, you grab the back of the nightie and pull it over her head. That manages to snap her out of her silliness and she drops her hands allowing you to pull the nightie off of her arms. Rissa visibly shivers after you tug the article from her wrists, then smiles broadly, almost maniacally. She's in a full blown blush now looking up at you with a sly expression. She sways in place, nervous and excited all at once.
"This is no fair. Now I'm stuck here in my underwear!"