Naomi coming downstairs

The sound of clomping footsteps on the stairs caused Gwen to turn her head toward the foyer. She could see over the half wall, and once the footsteps reached the lower part of the foyer, she saw that it was Naomi.

Naomi was wearing a red and black plaid pleated skirt, a white dress shirt, black boots, and was carrying a notebook. As she hit the floor at the base of the stairs, her gait turned to skipping, and she headed toward the kitchen.

"Hey, Gwen!" she called out cheerfully.

Gwen was envious of Naomi's energy. And of her attire. Gwen was still wearing scrubs from work. She hadn't bothered to change out of them before leaving the hospital. At least they were relatively clean. She took another bite of spaghetti.

"Long day at the office, huh?" Naomi danced into the kitchen and sat down at the island next to Gwen.

"You know it," Gwen mumbled through her dinner.

"I'm sure you're about ready to crash, but if you have time -- or even just while you're finishing dinner -- I'd love to pick your brain about something." Naomi knew that Gwen wouldn't turn down the opportunity to show off her knowledge about any subject, even ones she wasn't necessarily an expert on.

"Sure, Naomi. Happy to help. What's on your mind?" Just then, Gwen heard another set of footsteps tromping down the stairs. She didn't recognize the rhythm and weight of whoever it was, though. "Who else is here?"

"Oh, that's my friend from school, Steve."

"Steve." Gwen looked out into the foyer just as Steve came around the corner and into the kitchen. "Hi, Steve. I'm Gwen."

"Hey Gwen. Nice to meet you. Naomi tells me you're a doctor."

"Yup."

"Cool." Steve casually stepped behind Naomi, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

Naomi opened up her notebook, picked up a pen, and looked like she was about to begin an interview. "So, Gwen. Steve and I are in this lit class, and we're reading some old French book, and it's super boring."

Steve smiled. His hands drifted up toward Naomi's neck, and he began to massage the back of her neck and the tops of her shoulders. As Gwen noticed him rubbing Naomi, she felt tension in her own neck and shoulders. You're massaging the wrong woman, new boy.

"Mm-hm," Gwen said, a mouth full of meatballs.

"Mm-hm, indeed," said Naomi. "Super boring, but ... ooh, Steve, that feels nice." Steve continued to rub Naomi's shoulders. As she went on talking to Gwen, he pulled the collar of her shirt outward a bit so that his fingers could press into the bare skin of her lower neck. "Anyway. The thing we're dealing with is that whatever this book is about, it all just seems to be old French dudes talking about being angry and wanting to start a war. Then they get drunk, then they get angry again, then they talk about war."

"Sounds like French literature," said Gwen, smirking.

Steve shifted the position of his hands, and now had one hand fully inside Naomi's shirt, inside the collar. He was trying to get a better angle on her left shoulder, but couldn't quite reach. He pulled his hand out, and putting his arms around Naomi from behind, undid the top button of the shirt.

"Yeah, it's a real drag," said Naomi. "Every chapter seems the same. And where are the women?"

Steve undid the next button as well. He pulled the corners of the shirt further open, and the tops of Naomi's breasts were now visible, as was the edge of her red lace bra. Steve had clear access to the shoulder he had been trying to rub, and he went back to work on it.

"Half of French literature seems to be about angry men going to war. The other half is thinly veiled erotica," said Gwen. "Seems like you guys got the shit end of that deal."

Naomi laughed. Steve smiled. He moved his hands away from Naomi's shoulder, and began massaging the front of her chest. Gradually, his hands drifted downward toward the edges of the lace bra.

"We sure did," said Naomi. "Steve thinks there's supposed to be some sort of sexual undertones in the book we're reading, but I'm like, it's almost all dudes, so what are you saying, it's all gay?"

"I never said it was gay," said Steve. "I think that some of the men are looking at war as an outlet for their frustrations." He slid the tips of his fingers under the lace, and began to press deeper into Naomi's breasts. Naomi, in idle and oblivious response, undid the next button on her shirt, and pulled it further open, now displaying almost the entirety of her bra-clad breasts.

"It's nice you two are working together on it." Gwen looked at Steve. "Have we met before?"

"Nope. I just got talking to Naomi today at class, and she invited me over for dinner."

"Is that your bike outside?"

"Yeah. I wasn't sure what the deal would be going home, so I biked while Naomi drove." Steve now had one hand fully inside one cup of Naomi's bra, and was firmly grasping and groping her breast. Naomi periodically took a slightly deeper breath than normal, but otherwise gave no indication of anything unusual.

Gwen also didn't acknowledge the growing sexual activity in front of her, but at the same time, she was curious what might happen next.