Hot Summer Job/Grab your boxers and haggle over what is fair
Your grab your shorts and pull them up to your balls. Your dick is beginning to rise to the occasion, requiring some extra work to get back into cover. Gripping your stiffening cock you guide it past your waistband, a move Larissa watches with interest.
"I don't see how tit for tat isn't fair. Why should I have to get naked if you won't?"
"Well..." ponders Larissa. She halfheartedly adjusts her underwear, the material having rolled and twisted with your swipe and her frantic clawing. "It doesn't matter because you're not ready yet! I'm ONLY wearing panties. So give me your shirt! And your socks!"
A moment to ponder her request adds to the drama. As if you would ever refuse her. "Fine."
Larissa pops an evil smile as you peel your shirt off. She snatches it from you before you can even offer it to her. Running the few feet to her hamper, she tosses your top inside to join your pants and the rest of her dirty laundry. The giddy girl scampers back just as fast, hopping to a stop in front of you.
"Socks!" She commands with a beckoning hand.
"Okay, okay!"
You lift each foot and slip off your socks one at a time, placing each in her hand as soon as you've removed it. A satisfied and slightly maniacal little giggle can be heard when she spikes your socks into the bin. She then reaches inside the hamper and pushes down on its contents. At least you assume that's what she's doing in there.
"Excellent!" Larissa struts away from her hamper dusting off her hands. "What's next?"
You look down at yourself. You're definitely comparable now. "Pretty sure that's it."
Larissa freezes in place. She has a wild glint in her eye, an observation you are barely able to make before she lunges at you. The flash of danger you spotted allows you to intercept one of her hands. The other finds its target though. She pulls your boxers all the way off of one hip and exposes the base of your cock before you manage to secure that hand as well.
"Hey! Two can play that game!"
You push in and hook your thumb into one side of her purple underwear. She's already squealing and twirling out from your grip before you can expose half as much as she just did. After dancing her way to safety, Larissa just laughs and throws her hands in front of her still well covered crotch.
"You're not supposed to fight against a girl!" chastises Larissa with a giggle.
"And you don't know what 'fair' means," you shoot back.
Larissa is quick to respond. "Yes I do! But I get to take yours off!"
"Ditto," you counter.
"Double ditto!"
"I don't even..." You can only grin and shrug. "Sure. Deal."
Further giggles are all that comes from Larissa. She approaches you more cautiously this time, glancing up at you almost sheepishly while homing in on the bulge in your shorts. You're struck by how crazy this is when this topless little girl, barely above eye level with your cock, firmly grips the material of your boxers with her petite outstretched hands. Both anxious and excited, she waits for some unknown countdown to finish. A final giggle and her hands rush downward, taking your boxers with them. Your ever growing cock springs out from the top of your shorts, nearly at full mast. Rissa crouches down to the floor, ensuring your boxers make it all the way to your ankles, before popping up for a look.
"It is growing..." Rissa whispers. Her face is only a foot away. You can feel her spoken words cascade over your shaft as she stares down your length. You desperately will her to grab it, but you have other business now.
"My turn."
You reach down and flick the panties off of Larissa's waist with little effort. Once they are past her non-existent hips they plummet down her legs, seeking the floor. The buzzing girl squeaks at her exposure. You step back a bit wanting a better look. Rissa's young slit is short and flawless, the compact little mound soft and squishy in appearance. At first glance you notice a faint V running from her hips to her lips, but it's quickly apparent that it's a light tan line from a tight fitting swimsuit.
You don't get long to look. Larissa's embarrassment quickly overtakes her. Barely 5 seconds after her panties hit the floor she's already scrambling to retrieve them. You follow suit, grabbing your boxers as well.
"Wait," she says after you're both covered up again. "Umm... I don't think I saw anything."
"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah! I need another look. It's only fair, right?" She can't say it without grinning stupidly.