Watch TV and... experiment.

She needed to figure out what this was... She needed to keep this going. Oh, right! TV!

Arranging her feet flat on the floor again, Max leaned forward, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. As she leaned back, she saw Ize was glancing away, his face red. Why?

Wait, the dry air on her chest... Her towel fell off her chest!

The moist terry cloth garment was pooled in her lap. Her first instinct was to grab it and pull it back up, but... she felt the pulsating heat in her abdomen. Her inverted nipples, exposed to the dry air of her living room, right in front of Ize... her heart was beating like a hummingbird! Was it the nudity? The situation? The exposure? The embarrassment and shame she felt? Not knowing was driving her nuts!

Using any and all of her self control, she ignored her towel and flipped the TV on. Ize was trying desperately not to look at her. In fact, he seemed relieved to have the TV as an excuse. Good, he wouldn't see her blushing face!

Max didn't even know what was on, she was too focused on puzzling out this mystery. She was also watching Ize while trying to not make it obvious she was staring at him. His discomfort with the situation was clear to her and made her all the more ashamed, but at the same time... it was making her pussy wet!

"Uh, eh... Maxie. Towel."

"What? Eep!"

That was genuine. She'd been so distracted with these new feelings and watching Ize, she'd forgotten it had even fallen! She reached for it and pulled it back over her breasts, letting the still-soggy towel sit atop her resting bust. Held against her front like this, it was meager and fragile cover... ing?

That thought. It made her face heat up. The idea that this covering was so light and flimsy, liable to expose her with little provocation... Was that it? She liked being exposed? Or was it more the risk of exposure?

"Hey, Maxie. Sure ya don't wanna get dressed? Or want me to come back later?" Ize asked, still looking at the TV instead of his friend.