Let's just say the best view isn't through the window.

This is the life, I thought to myself while reaching for the iPod playing background music while we painted. If someone had told me while I was growing up in this apartment that someday I’d be painting it with two hotties who also happened to be my best friends, I would probably have thought they were making fun of me. But here I was!

I switched the iPod away from Jessie’s garage band playlist and put on one of the best rap singles of the year. Up on a ladder painting the wall, Marisa stuck out her big round ass, covered in gray cotton short-shorts, and began to move it to the beat. “Shake it, baby!” I cheered from behind her. Marisa looked at me over her shoulder and considered me briefly with her sparkling green eyes before sticking her tongue out at me and going back to work. It was a closely kept secret that Mari, feminist extraordinaire, was a huge fan of rap music.

I tore my eyes away with difficulty from Marisa’s gyrating ass, and walked over to Jessica, who was sitting on the floor painting low down on the wall. I’d been having trouble focusing all day because of what Jessica had chosen to wear to paint. Not wanting to ruin any new clothes, she picked out a white, paint-splattered t-shirt. Not only was it way too large on her, it was ripped in lots of places, including a big tear through the front collar. The upshot of all this was that I could clearly see the entire tops of Jessie’s big tits when I stood over her, and every time she moved I couldn’t help staring at the way her tits jiggled. It was a truly breathtaking sight.