Ellen reveals all.

"I’m more ready than I've ever been," you admit, waiting to see your beautiful friend in the nude. In a flash of the moment, your eyes are blessed with a terrific scene. Ellen's dress drops down, falling to her smooth waist. Her tits are round and creamy, and they jiggle ever so slightly. Her pinkish nipples are stiff and erect, either from the coldness of the room or from her arousal. You'd like to think the cause is the latter.

"Well..." Ellen looks down towards the ground, avoiding eye contact. Her face is beet-red as she awaits your response. You indulge yourself into the scene before you, amazed by your luck. Realizing the silence, caused by your dazed state, you finally respond.

“Well, what?” You question her, wondering what she meant. She pauses for a few seconds before she speaks again.

"Well... whose tits do you like better?" Ellen softly asks as she looks up at you with her blue eyes wide open. She stares at you intensely, anticipating your answer.

"Ellen, that's easy. I like yours," you politely respond. If Cathy and Ellen's roles were switched around, you'd pick Cathy. You don't really like anyone's tits better than the other’s, they're both fine by you. It's only common sense that you pick Ellen.

"Well... Uhm... Thanks," Ellen stammers, with a shy smile painted upon her glowing face. She then grabs the sides of the dress, which now resides on her waist, tightly hugging it. She lowers the dress down her shapely hips, past her creamy thighs, right down to her soft ankles. Her cute feet step out of the soft fabric of her dress, as she finally reveals her spectacular nude form to you. Her full tits jiggle gracefully. Her body is flushed an erotic red.

Ellen's blue eyes penetrate into yours intensely. Her face wears a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Your eyes violate her body, wandering all over her. Her pussy wears a trim, blonde bush. Not to your surprise, she is quite wet. Her snatch glistens with her sweet juices. She catches where you're staring, and immediately hides her womanhood with her fragile hands.

"I got a little worked up watching you," she shyly admits, with a faint smile. Her face burns a reddish color.

"Don't worry, I'm getting worked up watching you now," you respond, easing her embarrassment. You both laugh in unison. You then prepare for the pictures.