Breakfast

The apartment was fairly small, which meant that the living room and kitchen were in the same room. A waist-high counter top separated the two, and a pair of bar stools rested on the living room side. As Brian began rummaging through the fridge, the two girls took their seats on the stools. Despite the arousal she was beginning to feel, Valerie wanted to cover herself as much as possible; she pressed her knees together and leaned forward onto the counter.

"Man, you won't believe what Val was saying before!" Amy said to Brian as he withdrew a carton of eggs. "When she heard you were coming over, she said she wanted to borrow some CLOTHES!"

Brian gave a snort of laughter. "What, Val wearing clothes? That's like... like... like the Eiffel Tower suddenly sprouting jets and shooting off into space! Or-"

"Or the faces of Mount Rushmore bursting into song!" Amy suggested.

"Yeah! Exactly!"

Unconsciously, Val leaned backwards away from the conversation as if her subconscious was trying to show their words hurt. It was all so very confusing to her.

"I can't believe you guys are acting like this." Valerie said aloud.

"Oh, we're just teasing Val." Amy said, patting her friend on the leg. Without realising it, Valerie opened her knees at the touch, and folded her arms underneath her breasts.

"She looks pissed." Brian said as he began to fry the eggs.

"Aww, come here you silly sausage!" Amy said as she reached across and grabbed Valerie into a hug. The feeling of clothes against her bare skin reminded her of how naked she was. Instead of rubbing her on the back, as a friend might, Amy instead reached down and gave Valerie's bare buttocks a squeeze.

"All better?" Amy asked as she pulled away.