Yang's first instinct was to hide. If Blake were in her position, she'd have ninja'd the heck out of there in a heartbeat, but her friend specialized in that sort of thing. Yang, on the other hand, specialized in the full frontal ****.
Well, crap.
Blake came walking down the hallway, glanced at Yang over her book, and stopped dead in her tracks.
Yang smiled like nothing was out of the ordinary. "Hey."
Blake stared at her. "Yang. You are. Naked."
"Yup." Blake seemed unsatisfied with her answer. "I, uh, got locked out. Could you lend me a hand, or do you want to take a picture first?"
Blake closed her eyes and shook her head, shaking herself out of her naked-Yang induced daze. "Yeah, sorry." She fished her key out of her pocket and approached the door, sneaking glances at Yang's bare, hourglass figure and full breasts, but did her best not to stare.
Yang laughed. She figured that as long as she didn't sound embarrassed, Blake wouldn't think this was that embarrassing for her. And honestly, it was more thrilling than anything else. After showing off in front of strangers, letting someone she knew see her was the next step. Ruby would have been horrified on her behalf, unable to understand, and Yang would sooner chop off her own arm than explain the concept of exhibitionism to her little sister. Weiss would be condescending and offended, but Blake? Well, if nothing else, she'd keep it quiet and she wouldn't ask too many questions.
"So, why are you naked?"
Okay, Blake was bound to ask at least one. "It's a long story." Well, not that long, but five seconds seemed like a long time when you were standing naked in a hallway. "I'll tell you when we're inside."
Blake nodded, but when she tried to unlock the door, she dropped her key. She bent down until her face was nearly at level with Yang's still-damp pussy, then sniffed. "What's that smell?"
Just open the door! "Again, I'll tell you when we're inside!"
"It smells like … fish." She pushed past Yang and followed her nose a few steps down the hallway, a feverish, famished look in her yellow eyes. She was always like this when seafood was involved. She ordered anchovies on her pizza, ate sushi like candy, and pounded tuna in her dreams.
Before she got to far, though, Blake stopped and turned back to Yang, still following the smell of fish, and Yang began to realize just what her friend was smelling.
"What is it?" Blake whispered, mostly to herself. "Where is it coming from?" She fell to her knees in front of Yang, her salivating mouth inches away from Yang's pussy. Yang didn't know if Blake was going to catch herself in time, or if the girl was going to eat her out on the spot. Either way, Yang kept her scroll on. Her fans weren't going to want to miss this.
