You should use some sunscreen . . .

"...You should use some sunscreen," I suggested in the heat of the moment.

Lucy twisted her body to get a better view of me. "How do you know I'm not using any?"

Leaning on a side, her head resting against her palm, she watched as my lips parted in silence, trying to find an appropriate word. I couldn't find any just to justify an innocent concern. My mind was elsewhere. There was a bigger concern -- her bulging crotch being pulled by gravity, now on better display.

"Then can you bring me some? Bring a drink as well since you're in the kitchen."

I nodded with a blank expression. Although her words were commanding, her voice sounded warmer for some reason. I didn't find an issue with fixing a drink for her. I was more troubled whether she would ask me to lube her up with the cream, or if she would allow me to if I asked.

I wanted certainties. Those were neither, therefore I thought that maybe I could mess with her.