Waiting for Ruby

As soon as Ruby was gone, Yang turned back to Pyrrha, smiling awkwardly. Each second seemed to drag on, the silence between them growing unbearable.

"Pyrrha...I'm really sorry about this..." Yang said again.

Pyrrha looked up, annoyed.

"You should be sorry. Up until now, only Jaune has seen me naked. Now, easily 30 people know what my body looks like!"

Yang winced, but then raised an eyebrow.

"Wait...Jaune's seen you naked?"

Pyrrha blushed and looked away for a moment.

"I...he and I started...dating, a couple of months ago," she finally admitted. "We've been keeping it a secret, so that people won't be judging our every move out in public."

Yang thought for a few moments, then shrugged.

"I mean...as guys in our year go, Jaune's not half bad. He's definitely cute. Plus, he's really sweet."

"Yeah, he is," Pyrrha nodded. "Also...he has a really nice body."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that," Yang smirked. "Fighting with a sword, he's probably got a nice set of arms on him."

Pyrrha nodded and smiled again, the silence returning between them.

"Sooo...if he's seen you naked...have you two fucked, yet?"

Pyrrha's eyes shot open, blushing hard.

"Yang!"

"Hey, I'm just asking," Yang responded, putting her hands up in a mock surrender. "You're the one that brought it up, though."

"Not that it's any of your business, but...yes. We have. And he's very caring and gentle."

Yang smiled again.

"How's his...little weapon?"

Pyrrha paused at the question, but didn't object to it.

"It's...I don't know how to describe it," she finally said, her blush holding strong. "Jaune was my first time. I'd never even seen a...you know, before his."

"Well...show me, then!"

"I can't believe I'm having this conversation," Pyrrha sighed before holding up her index fingers. After moving her hands back and forth a couple times, she stopped when they were about 7.5 inches apart. "I guess that big? We've only been intimate twice, so I don't know it that well."

"Damn," Yang whispered, her eyes widening in mild surprise. "Vomit Boy's packing!"

"Yes," Pyrrha chuckled, folding her arms over her boobs. "I suppose he is..."