Have that drink

"Sure," you reply, "do you still have the shandies that I like?"

"Of course, I picked some up yesterday actually," she says as she makes her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You follow behind her a bit, stopping when you get to the main room that connects to the kitchen. A moment later she comes back with an entire 6-pack and hands you one.

"Just in case you feel like you've earned more than one," she winks and sets it down on the coffee table before slinking down into the couch. You open your beer and then sit down next to her. You're not sure if it was instinct or habit, but you sit with one of your legs stretched outward a bit, dangerously close to Anna's own legs. They don't actually touch though, so you see no reason to adjust. You can't help but drink in her body once more as you consume your beer.

Now that you're this close, you can indeed tell that her legs are recently waxed. You know that means she also had her pussy waxed too, since she would get them done at the same time. You look down between her legs at the barely-there boy shorts and find yourself wondering if her lips are still as shapely as you remember. The shorts are so tight you can see just a hint of camel toe, and once more your cock stirs. Something about Anna makes you think she looks incredibly fuckable right now. As you glance back up her body, you notice a lack of any kind of bra strap visible through the shirt. Would she really have gone bra-less for your encounter with her? For a moment you think about her nipples, long and stiff from the cold air, begging to be suckled and teased. If you keep thinking thoughts like this, you're going to end up with a boner that's impossible to hide.

You try your best to keep your thoughts clean as the two of you talk about all sorts of mundane things. It feels pretty natural, and you remember that it was always easy to have a conversation with Anna; when she wasn't yelling at you or talking down to you.

She leans forward a bit, giving you a fantastic view of her bare back, as she grabs another drink from the table. Even her backside has goosebumps on it, and she leans forward far enough - with the shirt being as loose as it is - to give you a fantastic view up the front of it. It's only for the briefest of moments, but now you're damn sure she doesn't have a bra on, and you're sure those tits of hers still look fantastic. She looks back at you.

"Would you like another beer as well?"