The next morning

Mackenzie slowly blinked her eyes open. Sun was beginning to peek through the blinds and she could smell coffee brewing. It took her a disorienting moment to remember exactly where she was, but then it came back to her. She'd slept on Samantha's couch again. And, she realized, she was still rather naked. The blanket she'd pulled tight around her last night lay strewn on the carpeted floor, apparently having slipped off in the night.

Mackenzie blushed slightly, hoping she hadn't spent too much of the night baring it all, though only to an empty room. Still, it didn't exactly feel strange being naked in her girlfriend's living room. She sat up and yawned, giving a small stretch as she did so.

"Morning, gorgeous," a familiar voiced called from the doorway to the kitchen.

There stood Samantha, wearing an oversized gray t-shirt that covered whatever (if anything) sat on her lower half. In her hands were two mugs of steaming coffee. Any impulse the redhead felt to cover her bare body was soon quelled, and Mackenzie's eyes drifted down towards the thick, pale thighs that were currently making their way toward her.

"Morning yourself," Mackenzie smiled, her voice still sounding a bit husky from just waking up.

She scooted over a bit, letting Samantha sit right next to her on the couch. The sandy blonde set the two mugs down on the nearby coffee table before returning her attention to Mackenzie. She slowly slid her hands up to the redhead's cheeks and gently pulled her face in for a kiss. It was just a quick peck, but Mackenzie felt a few butterflies in her stomach when Samantha ever so delicately traced her fingers along Mackenzie's cheek as she pulled away.

"Sleep alright?" Samantha asked, with a smile of her own. "I know this couch isn't exactly the best."

"Oh, uh, yeah," Mackenzie managed to say. "I think I slept like a rock, actually. I was exhausted last night!"

"I'll say," Samantha muttered just before she took a sip of coffee.

"Hm?" Mackenzie asked, reaching for the second mug.

"I said, have you decided on the plan for today?" Samantha asked, eyeing the impressive rack on display as her girlfriend sipped the hot coffee. "Given the, uh, dilemma you're still in?"

"Oh..." Mackenzie muttered, remembering it was in fact a Monday morning, so she was due for work soon, and she still didn't really have any clothes. "Not really..."

"Well it's like I was saying last night," Samantha said, subtly wrapping one around behind Mackenzie's back. "I figure you've basically got two major options.

"One," she continued, giving the redhead's right boob a gentle cupping.

This elicited a gasp and a surprised "Hey!" from Mackenzie, but she otherwise took it in stride.

"I can lend you some clothes and drive you to work today. Hell, I can pick you up too! I've got nothing but time for the next few days, at least."

"Mhmm..." Mackenzie intoned, trying (and failing) to seem unamused by her girlfriend's hand on her breast. "And what's option two?"

"Option twooo," Samantha cooed as her left hand found its way to Mackenzie's left boob.

This time, Mackenzie expected the move, and took the hand gently wrapping around her breast in stride.

"Is that you call in sick, or claim there's a family emergency, or whatever you need to say to get out of work for the day. Then we have all day to figure out getting you back home and everything else. So what'll it be? Option one? Or option two?"

As Samantha mentioned "option one," she gave Mackenzie's right nipple a gentle flick with her finger. And she repeated the process with her left when saying "option two."

"Option one? Or option two?" she repeated a couple more times.

"Hmm..." Mackenzie theatrically mused aloud as her girlfriend played with her chest.

Despite having just woken up, she could already feel her body starting to pleasantly tingle at Samantha's touch. Her pink nubs were already stiffening under her girlfriend's loving attention.

"You know, I couldn't help but notice..." Mackenzie replied, playfulness in her voice, "that option two didn't include any mention of lending me clothes...

"Oh?" Samantha feigned innocence. "Surely that would be included with 'everything else' wouldn't it?"

"One would assume so..." Mackenzie breathed.

As she spoke, she slid her left arm around Samantha's waist beside her. The action caused the blonde's sleeping shirt to rise, showing that all she wore on her hips were a pair of black panties.

"Sounds like you're leaning towards option one then..." Samantha said.

Her thumb slid over to join her index finger, and Samantha accompanied her emphasized words with a tweak of Mackenzie's right nipple. This made the redhead jump ever so slightly as an electric current felt like it briefly ran through her body. Mackenzie's breathing started getting heavier. Her open mouth, already facing Samantha's, began slowly closing the distance.

"Now I..." she breathed, "I didn't say that..."

"Oh? Still open to option two then?" Samantha teased, tweaking her left nipple accordingly.

The softest of moans escaped from her mouth before Mackenzie continued.

"Um... I'd be open to... both."

Samantha obliged, tweaking both of Mackenzie's nipples at the same time, just as their two mouths found each other. Desire flooded over them both, and they fell to the couch together, lying beside each other. Their hot and heavy makeout only grew more frantic as Samantha continued expertly playing with Mackenzie's breasts. The redhead responded by lifting Samantha's t-shirt up and off her torso, revealing her own large breasts. The blonde blushed slightly at how vehemently her girlfriend had just ripped her shirt off, but her smile spoke loudly enough for her as they resumed letting their tongues get better acquainted. Mackenzie eagerly began reciprocating her girlfriend's gestures, getting to work playing with her boobs. But suddenly, Samantha hit the brakes.

"Wait..." Samantha said, pulling herself away from the kiss. "Not that this isn't a great way to spend the morning, but don't you have a choice to make first?"

"Mm, I'll pick later!" Mackenzie blurted out, before immediately trying to dive back in to the kiss.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm," Samantha said, waggling her eyebrows. "Really, I do. But what time do you have to be at work exactly?"

"Uh..."

It took Mackenzie a good few seconds to clear her head enough to remember, which surprised her. Just how carried away had she gotten? She'd been dating Samantha for not even two full days, and it already felt like she could hardly keep her hands off her! It made her feel like she was a teenager all over again.

"I have to be there by 9:00," Mackenzie said, sounding a bit more like herself again. "What time is it now?"

"8:41," Samantha said, after glancing at her nearby phone.

"Shit!" Mackenzie hissed, jumping to her feet. "We'd have to leave in like the next few minutes to get there in time!"

"Good thing one of us didn't get too carried away then," Samantha giggled. "But it's do or die time, Mack. Am I driving you into work? Or are you calling in sick?"