Heather tests Chloe's boundaries

Heather kept a short shitlist. Smelly bedsheets. Guys like Kurt. Millipedes. Guys named Kurt.

What topped the list, though, was being reactive. She hated. Hated. Hated it when someone put her on the backfoot. And today, she'd been on the backfoot three separate times.

There wouldn't be a fourth.

“You didn't know they were girlfriends?” Heather asked. She leaned back on the couch, let herself get comfortable. “Girlfriend girlfriends?”

“Uh, Zack mentioned they did a sex ed thing together one time, but he was super vague about it.”

“Guess I can't blame him. How much would you want to know if it was your sister?”

Chloe gagged, and the two of them giggled. The other girl's pose loosened a little more.

“Anyway, sorry about that. We were trying to keep quiet for about twenty seconds, and then...”

Heather stretched out, not so subtly pushing out her boobs. “Mmmm.”

Chloe's face burned. “So... how did you.... get started?”

“They wanted to 'nap,' and they said I could watch.”

Chloe gaped.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And do you...?”

Heather smiled lightly. “I was curious. Now I'm not.”

The poor redhead seemed to pendulum between fascination and embarrassment. Heather's fingers toyed with the string ties on her white bikini bottoms. You can learn a lot by watching.

“Do you mind?” she asked Chloe, drawing one taut. “While I tell it?”