“See it’s like he’s dead or something.” Jenny said, having pulled the sides of her backless dress forward, pushing the fabric between her now bare breasts. She gave her shoulders a shake to jiggle them a little. I certainly looked, it wasn’t an unpleasant sight, but she didn’t break my concentration like most of the other guys in the parking lot. I continued to mix her drink and hand it over.
Those who have been to Rocky Horror are aware the culture there is much more relaxed than most places. People dressed in skimpy lingerie, both men and women, business suits, and sometimes just night shirts all together tend to learn and be accepting of each other’s quirks.
I had mentioned before in stories here that for one reason or another I just don’t have the same drive as most people. I wouldn’t quite classify myself as asexual, as I still enjoy sex. It’s not a chore for me, but I just lack the same amount of interest in it as others except for certain… cases.