Don't front

"Don't front." She stares intently at you for an uncomfortably long moment as you try to parse what that could possibly mean. As inexplicably as her stare started, she turns and trots off to the kitchen.

"Um." You follow along as she opens up the fridge.

"Here, try hitting on me." Bent over into the fridge, her shorts pulling tightly up into things, you decide to do exactly as she says.

"Those shorts look incredible on your ass." She turns, setting two cold beers on the counter beside you. "They'd look better on my floor?" You end meekly into her glare.

"You're an idiot." She pops a bottle cap off, handing you a beer. You take it and she opens the other, taking a swig. "You're fucking kidding, right?"

You take a swig as well. "Um... No?"

She rolls her eyes. "Oh my god." She takes a long drink. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're a fucking creep with that shit."

"So... Don't front?" You take a swig.

"Right. So, like..." She looks off, clearly trying to describe something that's turning it to be a little more vague than she thought it was. She seems to be unconsciously powering through that beer as a result. "So. Has our conversation up to this point been about my shorts laying on your floor?"

"Well, you did show me your tits..." You smile, taking a swig.

"Shut up!" Was that a giggle? More like a chuckle. "Oh, fuck, that's a great idea!" She looks down at her tank top, tugging generously at the already low neck. "Here..." She takes a hefty drink, then brings the bottle to her breast, rubbing it along her nipple. "So, like, my tits, right?" She carefully drags each side of the bottle along the increasingly transparent, clingy fabric. "Very attractive?"

"Um..." You take a sip and she snatches your mostly-full beer, replacing it with her mostly-empty one.

"So, like, say something about them." She runs your beer up and down along the other nipple, both now stiff and visible through the thin, wet top as she tilts back your beer.

Don't front... "Aren't you, um, a bit cold?" That... Wasn't a lame come on, at least.

"Ha!" Did she just snort? "Yes, yes I am!"

"I mean, your shirt is all wet, and these beers are cold..." That seemed to meet her expectations better.

"Perhaps I should take it off..." Oh, and now she's topless... Wow. Mel's tits. Just. Out in the open.

Don't stare...

"Okay!" She takes another swig of your beer. "Very not front-y! Next lesson!"