Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 2

Well, the first thing we need to do is get out of this formal attire, Mr. Burns said, beginning to untie his tie. I watched him undress, as I had many times before, but tonight it seemed a bit different. A bit sexier. Or maybe it was just my imagination, inspired to wildness by the cold, isolated, romantic winter evening.

Would you like me to get you some pajamas, sir? I asked, staring salaciously at my friend unbuttoning his shirt.

He looked over to me and I pretended not to be staring. Well, of course. Do you think Im going to prance around here in the nude? Honestly, Smithers, sometimes I wonder about you. That statement made me wonder if he was referring to my intellect or my purity.

I looked in my closet and pulled out two pairs of satin pajamas. I caressed the material with desire. Snap out of it, Waylon. Nothings going to happen tonight, I told myself, although I was not quite so sure. It certainly was the ideal setting and situation for a little erotic exploration.

Which do you want, Mr. Burns? The pink or the purple pajamas? I asked.

Mr. Burns looked at the two pairs with confusion. Pink and purple? You dont have blue? Thats a boys color, my friend. Not pink and purple.

Uhmy other colors are being washed, and well, I bought them in a set of all colors, I said unthinkingly, but Mr. Burns bought it.

He shrugged. Ill take the pink. It flatters the undertones of my skin. I sighed. One moment Mr. Burns would go and protest the colors pink and purple in favor of a more manly color, but then the next moment he would say something so effeminate and self-aware. God, that man confused me!

As I handed Mr. Burns the pink pajamas, he began to undo his belt buckle. Ah, Smithers, no peaking!

I chuckled. Mr. Burns, I see you naked every day.

Well, not at night.

Confused, I asked, What, do you still produce that radioactive glow at night? I thought that condition had ceased its reign of terrors months ago.

Mr. Burns rolled his eyes and tossed his belt on the couch. No, I just dont want you to get any ideas.

I stood there, shaken by this remark. Wh-what? Had he found me out? How had he finally found me out? What was he thinking now?

He looked at me with bemusement. Whats your problem, Smithers? I was only joking. You look like youve seen a ghost.

I tried to smile and titter. Heh. Oh, I was justa bit taken aback.

Hmmmyoure an odd fellow, Waylon, he said with a smile. Now go get changed and we can begin our party. It is actually starting to sound kind ofwellfun.

Im glad to hear you say that, I said, still a bit dazed. UmI guess Ill go change in my room.

What? Thats not very fair now, is it?

I stopped my steps. What do you mean?

Youve had to see me naked all these years; I think its about time I get to see you in the buff. Before I could say anything, I only wore an expression of astonishment, to which Mr. Burns laughed and said, By god, man, you need to lighten up. This is a party, is it not?!

I wasnt sure whether to laugh or not. I chuckled slightly. So, Im presuming you were joking about that last statement too, then?

Of course. Now, go change and by the time you get back, be in the mood for some fun, Mr. Burns said, pulling the pink pajama shirt over his head. I mean, Smithers, this was your idea. And Im trying to get in the mood, so loosen up. Were going to have some good, old-fashioned fun tonight.

Okay, sir. Ill try to unwind, I said. I smiled unsurely and went into my room to change. I thought all the odd comments Mr. Burns had made that night. Not wanting me to get any ideas seeing him naked at night? Thinking it was fair to see me in the buff? Wanting me to get in the mood and be ready for fun? Was he trying to tell me something, maybe even subconsciously?

I shook the thoughts out of my head. Just be happy hes making an effort to have fun. Just be thankful his mood was so easily changed. Dont hope for anything more, I instructed myself. However, I just couldnt help but wonder. And maybe hope just a bit.