Nice figure

Sarah stands in front of the bedroom mirror, Your t-shirt still draped over her shoulders. She runs her fingers through her damp hair, studying her reflection. The thrill of nearly walking out naked still hums under her skin, but she also feels the steadiness of your shirt against her body — your quiet claim on her, even as she prepares to tease your best friend.

She pulls the t-shirt off and reaches for a simple, well-worn pair of jeans. She tugs them on, the denim snug against her hips. Then she pulls on a plain white t-shirt of her own — soft, slightly oversized, but not transparent. She tucks it loosely at the waist. No bra. She can feel the fabric brush against her nipples, a small reminder of what's underneath. She leaves her hair wet, pushed back from her face, and pads to the bedroom door.

She pauses at the threshold, looking toward the kitchen. She can hear Joe and Alex talking, the low murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional clink of mugs. She takes a breath, then steps out, her bare feet quiet on the floor.

When she enters the kitchen, she doesn't announce herself. She simply walks to the counter, reaching past Alex to grab a mug from the shelf, her sleeve brushing his arm. She pours herself some coffee, then turns, leaning against the counter with the mug cradled in both hands.

“So… what do you think of this outfit for tonight's party?” She asks the room

Sarah curls her fingers around the warm mug, letting the steam rise between her and Alex as she watches his brows knit together in genuine confusion. A quiet giggle escapes her, the sound soft and playful in the morning quiet of the kitchen.

"Joe didn't tell you?" She tilts her head, a strand of damp hair falling across her cheek. She sets her mug down on the counter and takes a small step back, turning slowly in a circle so Alex can see the outfit from all angles. "I'm modeling a few outfits for him this morning. You know, since I interrupted your pickup with all the towel drama, we figured you might as well stay for the show. It's nothing crazy, just some of my usual clothes."

She stops, facing him again, her hands resting loosely at her hips. The plain white tee is soft against her skin, and without a bra, the fabric drapes just enough to hint at the shape beneath without revealing anything outright. The jeans hug her curves in a way that feels effortless, comfortable, lived-in.

"I wanted to start simple," she says, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Jeans and a t-shirt. Not trying to impress anyone too hard, right?"

Alex clears his throat, his eyes finally meeting hers. A small, warm smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"That's a solid look, Sarah. Honestly, you look really good. The whole casual thing suits you. It's — yeah, it's a good fit."

Sarah feels a warm flush spread across her cheeks, and she looks down at her mug to hide her smile. She takes a sip, then glances over at Joe, the softness of the compliment settling in her chest.

“I agree baby, you look so good but I think this outfit covers too much up. You’ve got a nice figure, you should show it off more, right Alex?” I respond, clapping Alex on the shoulder.

“Ahh.. yeah your figure’s really nice…” Alex says, his eyes lingering on her body a beat longer.

“Hmm… not the response I was looking for. I’ll move onto outfit number 2 now!”

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