intimate moments in the morning

"Uh, uh..." Lauren, utterly dumbfounded, stood frozen as Megan stroked her sternum. Dropping the pretense of cleaning Lauren, she stopped using the napkin and began rubbing with her bare hand. Megan's hand circled over to Lauren's left breast, caressing the meager flesh there. Lauren's mouth went dry, tingle's shot through her body as Megan gently rubbed the flesh of her breast. She began pushing under Lauren's arm, trying to find that eager nipple...

Lauren shot back out of her chair, flinching away in confused panic. Megan, seeming to remember herself, stood uncomfortably. There was a long moment of awkward silence. Finally, the nude, barely covered Lauren spoke.

"Look, I'm not... like that..." Lauren said, though really she'd never much considered it one way or another. "Can I just get dressed? Please?"

Megan looked uncomfortable, unsure how to feel. Then, her face darkened a bit.

"Fine. I found you some underwear by the way." Megan turned to leave, throwing a garment on the bed.

"Th... thank you!" Lauren stammered. Megan shot Lauren a look that was one part glare, one part actual appreciation. Then she left. Laure stood, completely baffled. Then, remembering herself, she moved to get dressed.