Hot Summer Job/Ignore her - and your boxers - and take off your shirt
You grin at Larissa. The girl hikes up her panties to her belly button, wedging the purple underwear well up into her crotch. She's still smiling. Her eyes bounce up and down examining your bared body, although they linger on the dick you've made no effort to conceal.
Ignoring her complaints you stretch upward again, finally peeling the t-shirt from your torso as requested. Just as you pull it past your wrists the trickster pulls another prank... of sorts. The topless tinkerbell launches herself at you at full speed. The quick jolt of power shoves you backward with her hands smacking against your stomach. You instinctively try to steady yourself but with your underwear around your knees, and falling even further, you can't move your feet far enough to find your balance. You teeter backward, falling like a tree onto Rissa's small bed.
Your bottom half has nothing supporting it, boxers included. Your underwear has slipped down onto your sock covered feet, which are the only things keeping your lower extremities off of the floor.
Of course Larissa isn't satisfied. You only just start to pull your butt onto her mattress when she pulls on your boxers, eagerly prying them out from under your heels.
"Now that's not fair!" you cry, tossing your shirt aside before leaning forward. Rissa watches your shirt fall to the floor a short distance away and quickly abandons your boxers, tossing them behind her and scrambling instead for your discarded top.
"That's mine!" she proclaims. Quickly snatching it, she tosses it too into her hamper.
Forced to step away from the bed in order to retrieve your underwear, you're now standing naked in a 3rd grader's bedroom covering yourself with only your hands. And the only reason is because she took all of your clothing from you.
All of this stripping and flashing is getting you riled up, your growing erection pressing eagerly against your hands. You lunge down and grab your boxers, quickly bringing them up to your crotch to help shield your rising cock. The vulnerability that's advertised all over your naked body catches Larissa's full attention. She steps up in front of you again with a cocky smile.
"You shouldn't have that either!"
Lashing out like a cobra, her small hands grip the thin material of your boxers and tug at them fiercely. She pulls back with her entire body weight. Your underpants stretch and wain under her near hyperactivity. Pulled taut between the two of you they do very little to cover your privates, which Rissa steals glances of repeatedly.
"You're going to make me naked!" you warn her, as if she somehow didn't know.
Larissa just giggles at your words, twisting your last shred of modesty to and fro. She's definitely enjoying the ‘power' she has over you right now, bossing you around so completely. Of course you could yank back and overpower her pretty easily, but that doesn't seem very sporting.