Olof looked uncomfortable.

“Do we really have to do this?”

“You don’t have to do it. But if you want some of this”, Hanna said, and made a sweeping motion over her body, “then you have to prove to me that it will be worth my time”.

“And there is no other… better way of doing this?” Rune asked, looking about as comfortable as Olof seemed to be.

Hanna smiled. “Nope”

“Okay.” Rune took a deep breath. Then he gingerly pulled Olof’s shirt over his head. It stuck when it was halfway off, leaving him blinded and with his pale and skinny torso exposed.

“Kiss his neck”, Hanna urged.

Rune gave her a pleading look, but Hanna was remorseless, smiling and motioning with her hand for him to continue.

Rune held the shirt in place with one hand and leaned in closer to Olof. He tenderly planted a kiss on Olof’s neck, making him shiver.

Hanna stepped closer and pulled the shirt all the way off. She ran her hand through Olof’s messy hair. Then she put her mouth close to Olof’s ear and whispered with her best come-hither: “Undress him as you would undress me”

Olof swallowed audibly. Then he reached for Rune’s shirt and began unbuttoning it nervously. Hanna watched his trembling hands move for a second. Then she reached for her own shirt and mirrored his action. As her shirt began to slide apart, both of the young men stopped and turned towards her with blushing cheeks.

“Do you want to continue or not?” Hanna asked, her shirt fully unbuttoned but still covering her chest. Olof began undressing Rune again with determination. The shirt fell to the ground, revealing Rune’s chiselled torso. He was defined but far from buff, and almost entirely hairless. The only exception was a small wedge of hair that trailed from just underneath his bellybutton towards his… nether regions.

Not that the two young men noticed this. Their attention was fully occupied by the two shapely mounds of flesh that stood perk in the cold air. Hanna kicked away her shirt that had landed on her feet and smiled at them. “Rune, would you mind continuing?”

He didn’t answer her, he just blinked a few times and tore his eyes away from her chest, fumbling with Olof’s belt.