Amelia gets naked

“No time like the present,” Amelia said. She stood in the center of the room and began to strip down, shedding her clothing with a confidence that left May speechless. The light in the room cast a warm glow over her skin, highlighting every curve. May’s breath caught in her throat. An unexpected mix of admiration and jealousy swirling within her. Amelia had always been bold, but there was something different about seeing her like this. She felt a flush creeping up her cheeks, a tinge of self-consciousness gnawing at her as she caught herself appreciating the beauty of her friend’s body. They had changed in front of each other a thousand times. But she had never looked at Amelia’s breasts this way, her hips, her milk white skin. In moments her bra fell to the floor, and only seconds later her thong. There was a little tuft of hair above her pussy.

Elliott stepped back, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “Incredible,” he said. “You’re a natural.” He moved for his brushes.

Amelia struck a pose, one leg out and her arms raised above her head, as if she were reaching for something just out of reach. Her breasts bounced. “How’s this?” she asked, glancing back at him with a playful smile.

“Not bad,” he said. He quickly set up his canvas and started mixing colors together. “You have a way of commanding attention, you know?”

May tried to shake off her paralysis, but the jealousy refused to dislodge itself. There was a bitter taste in her mouth as she admired her friend.

“Why don’t you take a seat on the couch?” Elliott suggested to May.

“I feel like I should just go,” said May.

“Come on,” said Amelia. “You’re my best friend! You’re supposed to support me in all my artistic endeavors.”

Reluctantly, May nodded and moved to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Amelia, who was now experimenting with different poses, each one more enticing than the last.

“Maybe try something more relaxed,” Elliott suggested, stepping back to examine Amelia’s form. “A little softer. Lie back on the floor, as if you’re lost in thought.”

Amelia adjusted herself, lying down on the floor with one leg bent and the other stretched out. She adjusted her hair so that it would cover her nipples. “Like this?” she asked.

“Exactly,” Elliott said.