Minutes seem to drag into hours, when Lois finally breaks the silence, her voice laced with pride, triumph and joy. "I got it! Chloe's the answer!"
Both he and Chloe turn to her, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
Smiling and undeterred by their reaction, Lois presses on. "Okay, hear me out. Clark, you got hard the moment Chloe walked into the room, right?"
He nods.
"Shortly after that, you went limp, but then Chloe took off her shirt and jeans and you got hard again, right?"
Again, he nods.
"Shortly after that, you went limp again. So, if Chloe gets naked, you should get hard again!"
He has to admit, her logic does make sense, but he can't ask Chloe to get naked just so he can have sex with Lois, can he?
As much as he'd love to see Chloe naked, he can't ask her to do it, not even if it means he'll be able to have sex with Lois. Turning to Chloe, he says with heartfelt sincerity, "I can't and won't ask you to do that, Chloe. You're my best friend, and you've already done more for me and Lois than I could ever repay."
Touched by his words and knowing the truth behind them, she feels a warmth spread through her chest. In an instant, she's made up her mind and responds in a quiet but certain voice, "It's okay, Clark. I want to do this for you...and Lois."
His surprise is evident on his face, and he has to restrain himself from rushing over to her and wrapping her in a huge hug. Still, he needs to be sure. "Are you sure, Chloe?"
She can't help but smile at his caring and concern. "I'm sure."
At that, a huge smile lights up his face, and his voice is soft and filled with wonder, "You're amazing."
Her cheeks turn the cutest shade of pink, and she ducks her head shyly at his compliment.
Their little moment is broken when Lois chimes in, "That's great! Now, not to be insensitive but, get naked, cuz!"
As if commanded, Chloe reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. She hesitates a moment, seeking out and locking gazes with Clark, before slowly sliding first one strap and then the other off her shoulders, the silky material of the cups falling lower, gradually revealing more and more of her creamy flesh, until she finally removes the bra and drops it unceremoniously to the floor.
Clark's eyes remain on hers, but he desperately wants to look down and see her bare breasts. She remains still, her eyes seeming to speak to him, giving him permission to look, and he does.
His gaze drifts downward, lingering a moment on her full, pouty lips before following the contour of her neck, traveling over the smoothness of her upper chest and finally settling on the soft curves of her bare breasts.
They're not as large as Lois', but they have a more natural look and shape, like two beautiful teardrops, and he can see them move with every breath she takes. They're pale, like porcelain and unblemished, save for the tiny mole on the upper portion of her left breast. The nipples are a rosy shade of pink, perfectly placed and currently stiffening under his appreciative gaze.
"Perfect," he whispers without conscious thought, but she hears his compliment and blushes in response.
Feeling emboldened, she hooks her thumbs in the waist of her panties and slowly slides them down.
He's positively mesmerized by the movement of her breasts, the way they jiggle, as she bends and shimmies, but his attention quickly shifts lower as the powder blue of her panties slowly gives way to yet more creamy white flesh and the beginnings of what turns out to be a very full and decidedly not blonde bush.
After discarding her panties, she stands up and simply remains motionless as if she's posing for his inspection, and he takes full advantage.
The flair of her hips is a gentle curve that beckons to him to traverse it with his fingertips, but his eyes are drawn to the thick, almost wild, thatch of chestnut hair at the apex of her thighs. He'd always suspected she wasn't a natural blonde, but he never dreamed he'd have that suspicion confirmed by visual evidence, but there it is. He briefly wonders why she'd choose to color her hair, blonde of all things, when her natural hair color is so pretty. Regardless of her reasons for coloring her drapes, he's glad she's chosen to keep her carpet. He'd never say it to Lois, but he much prefers a shag carpet to a bare floor.
He's drawn from his musings by one of her hands moving to cover her muff. Apparently, he's been staring too long and has made her uncomfortable.
Reluctantly, he drags his eyes away and slowly draws them up her body, stopping briefly to admire her breasts, before continuing up and finally meeting her eyes.
They lock gazes for a moment, silently communicating, before they exchange matching small smiles.
He watches as her eyes leave his and drop below his waist, her expression becoming sultry by whatever it is she sees.
Curious, he looks down to where her attention is focused and realizes that he's slowly stroking his rock hard length and has been since the moment she first unhooked her bra.
Blushing in embarrassment, he stops stroking himself and looks away. When he looks back at her, she's smiling impishly, and he can't help but smile back.
They're lost in each other, and he doesn't realize that Lois has moved until he feels her hand on his cock, which promptly goes limp, and she cries out in frustration, "Dammit!"
Her irritation boils over and results in her rapidly and roughly tugging on his flaccid penis in a vain attempt to get it to respond. Fortunately, he's invulnerable, otherwise he'd be on the floor whimpering in pain. As it is, he's left awkwardly standing there while his girlfriend yanks on his cock like she's trying to start a lawnmower.
To make matters worse, she soon begins talking to his uncooperative member. "What's wrong with you?! Why won't you work?! You're supposed to like it when a hot piece of ass is naked and touching you!"
He's not sure how to react and is paralyzed with inaction, growing ever more uncomfortable as Lois continues to abuse and berate his manhood.
Fortunately, Chloe comes to his rescue, gently placing a hand on Lois' arm and pulling her back while trying to calm her down with her soft voice, "Lois, yanking on it and yelling at it won't make it do what you want."
Realizing Chloe's right, Lois reluctantly let's go of his limp cock and allows herself to be led a few feet away where Chloe begins whispering to her, presumably trying to console her.