Have dinner first

The food is still cooking in the oven. If you let it go too long, it’s going to burn. You carefully pull Sabrina off of you. “I should pull our dinner out before the fire alarm starts blaring!”

“You know, I’m kind of hungry now that I smell the food,” Sabrina notes, slipping off of your waist.

You get up and button up your shirt. Sabrina makes no move to retrieve your sweatshirt to cover herself up. You raise an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?”

She tilts her head and smiles at you. “Hmm… Actually, I’m feeling more comfortable like this…” she says. She looks more excited than comfortable with her fully erect nipples, but in her heated state of arousal she probably is more comfortable not wearing a long sleeved shirt.

You give her a dour frown as you tease, “Aww.. but then I don’t get to take it off for you later…”

Sabrina grins impishly and tugs her panties, “That’s what these are for!”

Sabrina lounging in your living room with nothing but panties on. Nothing can top this feeling better than the promise of you getting to take those panties off later tonight!

“Let’s go eat before you make me forget again!” you tell her as you briskly march to the kitchen hearing your friend giggle in the background.

You set the table and plate the pasta, cutting off slices of bread to go with the dish. Sabrina comes in with your drinks and the bottle of remaining wine. She tops you both off and seats herself at the table. It’s a small kitchen table, so when you seat yourself facing her, it feels like a small and intimate affair. You might even consider it romantic, aside from the fact that you can’t take your eyes off of Sabrina’s exposed breasts. There is a glint of wetness coming off her nipple from when you were sucking on them.

“Hey, eyes up here, pal!” Sabrina teases.

“Sorry, but have I told you how pretty you look today?” you flirt.

“Why no, you haven’t!” she replies, perking up and smiling.

“You should consider dressing like this more often!” you nod.

Sabrina nods back with a giggle. “I’ll put it into consideration!”

“Well, consider it for whenever you come over, at the very least!” you insist.

“Of course!” Sabrina laughs. “So, can I come over here while my sister is still camping out in my place?” she jokes.

“Oh, absolutely!” you reply jovially before sincerely adding, “Sabrina, if ever you need a place to hide out, decompress, vent, my place is open. You already know your way around, after all!”

“Yeah, I do…” she says, coming to a quiet realization of this fact. “I guess you’ve got intimate knowledge of my place too.”

“I guess you’re right,” you nod.

“Say… about that… your camera?” Sabrina starts. As far as you know it’s still in there unless Sabrina trashed it in the morning. You left it there by accident but keeping it there is consciously prying into her privacy. It is a window into her world which may have shown you more than she wanted to let you see.

“Whatever you want me to do with it, consider it done,” you assure her.

Sabrina picks at her food silently for a bit, then says, “I haven’t fully decided yet…”

Things go quiet again as you go back to eating. As you enjoy your meals, you can’t help but steal glances over at the topless beauty seated opposite of you. She catches you looking.

“What?” she laughs.

“Nothing,” you smile back.

You enjoy small conversation and the rest of the alfredo, wiping down your plate with the remains of your garlic bread and washing it all down with the rest of your wine. You’re feeling a little light headed but in a content and well fed mood. Sabrina insists on doing the dishes since you cooked, so you get to watch her pert ass as she takes the dishes over to the sink and washes them.

The underdressed brunette looks so comfortable in her skin right now, casually doing mundane chores in nothing but her panties. You would imagine she does this in her own apartment, but never would have guessed she would be doing this here.

There is a growing temptation in your body to walk up and join her, taking her right there on your kitchen sink.