Lara

'Lara, what the hell?' Max exclaimed, as her friend opened the door dressed only in her pyjamas.

Lara was a petite blonde with serious curves, and right now Max could see a hell of a lot of them. Her band t-shirt skimmed the tops of her thighs, and a long V had been cut into the neckline.

‘Not planning on calling into school today?’ Max asked, her initial shock giving way to amusement.

Lara grinned, and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the house.

‘Oh shut it, you,’ she said, ‘I have a far better idea.’ Max dropped her bag at the foot of the stairs and turned to face Lara as she closed the door and locked it.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked as Lara reached up to bolt the top lock on the door. The t-shirt rode up, giving Max an eyeful of her friend’s pale blue panties. They looked cute.

Lara turned back around, her eyes full of mischief, and a tumble of thoughts rushed through Max’s mind.

What was her friend up to now?