Beth puts on the Vest

"Thanks," Beth said, walking closer to the topless Emma and finally pulling on the moist vest top, struggling to get it over her body for a moment, before finally getting it down, her green bikini top still on full display.

"Um," Emma mutters slowly, looking at Beth's T-shirt. "You're welcome."

The two of them stand there awkwardly for a moment as you push thoughts into Emma's head, and she suddenly finds herself wanting to find a reason not to put the shirt on, getting a thrill from the fact that her breasts were still completely exposed to her best friend.

"Are you going to put the shirt on?" Beth asked after a moment breaking the silence.