Brooke and Montana "talk"

Montana's head was so close to Brooke's bikini area that Brooke could feel Montana's warm breath on her pubic hair. Nor was Montana oblivious about where her head was located.

"Oh, good," Montana said. "You go in for the natural look. That's so cool. And yet you're so well-groomed too. Not like some girls I know who look like they got a whole jungle between thei--"

"Er, did you find the soap yet, Montana?" asked Brooke in a voice that sounded far higher than she wished.

"Not yet," said Montana. "But I think I've found something better. If you don't mind --"

"Er, excuse me, please," said Brooke, trying to keep the squeak out of her voice. "But I'm starting to feel like a prune thanks to all this shower water. So if you don't mind --"

"Oh, go right ahead," said Montana as she stood up and grabbed for a towel.

As Brooke wrapped a towel around herself, she noticed that Montana was still holding her towel yet making no effort to do anything with it apart from hold it in her hand.

Montana just looked at her and winked. "See anything you like?" she asked.

"Er, no," said Brooke. "Again if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed now."

"Okay," said Montana. "Whatever floats your boat. However, if you change your mind --"

Montana pulled out a business card from somewhere Brooke preferred not to think about and put it into Brooke's hand. On the card was Montana's name, job title, and phone number.

Brooke held the card until she got to the part of the locker room where her clothes were stored. As she unlocked her locker to get out her clothes, she noticed Montana still looking at her.

"Er, I don't wish to be rude..." said Brooke.

"Then don't be," said Montana. "Wanna go out for a cup of coffee?"

"Er, coffee would be nice," said Brooke. "Just let me get dressed first."

Montana just shrugged and made it evident that she wasn't about to turn her head. So Brooke just shrugged and decided to ignore her.

Once Brooke was dressed, she noticed that Montana was still naked.

"Aren't you going to put any clothes on?" asked Brooke.

"If you insist," said Montana. "Though quite frankly, I'm surprised to see you so nervous. Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?"

"Sure," said Brooke. "Lots of times. Especially when I go into the shower room."

"Have you ever kissed a naked woman before?" asked Montana.

"Er, what?" asked Brooke.

"Have you ever been kissed?" asked Montana. "You know? By a boyfriend or something?"

"Er, yes," said Brooke.

"Ever go all the way?" asked Montana.

"All the way to where?" asked Brooke.

"I guess that answers my question," said Montana. "Well, I guess I might as well get dressed. It's a darn shame to cover up all this skin but it would probably be wasted on you anyway."

"Wait," said Brooke. "Are you implying --"

"Not implying anything, Major Hottie," said Montana as she slipped into her aerobics outfit. "Now how about that coffee?"