She plops on the couch

Chelsea glared fuming at me for a long moment. I looked back with a placid grin on my face. I know my relaxed state annoyed her more, but what could she do?

Finally, she huffed loudly then grasped one of the couch cushions. She clutched it to her chest as she curled up on the couch, her legs pulled up to around the pillow to hide her front. She was squeezed as far from me as she could sit on the couch, an angry pout on her face.

"There, we can just relax and watch some TV." I said, turning the television back on.

I settled back on the couch, pretending to ignore her, but unable to avoid constantly glancing at her. Even with the pillow hiding her front, I could still see plenty. Her bare legs, so dainty, though thicker than they appeared in her normaly skinny jeans. The lines of her belly rolls as she hunched, wrapping her arms around the couch cushion. The sides of her bare butt, pale, pinkish, and still damp from the shower. Her hair was a damp, frizzy mess, and her make up free face was shaped into an angry pout as she glared forwards.

She was great company, that was for sure!