Begrudgingly

Daisy sighed and took her top off. She was now just in her bra, jeans, and socks.

“See, not the end of the world, now is it.” Jemma said as she began to feel up Daisy’s arms.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Daisy asked, not sure what was going on.

“Umm… Your arms take such a beating…” Jemma said.

Jemma walked around Daisy, who realized something was finally wrong with Jemma when the other girl cupped her breasts.

“Whoa… wait… time out…” Daisy yelled, trying to pull away from her friend but unable to break free.