Isaiah "Ize" Davison

It was Ize! The defacto leader of Max's group of friends. But what was he... Oh, right.

Family policy. Any of Max's friends didn't have to knock. They could just throw the door open, slide into the Rodríquez house, and say 'I'm home!' Ize just didn't realize his only female friend was showering when he came in. Totally understandable. And he certainly didn't think she'd be walking out naked due to the heat wave! Max was always one to try and think things through rationally before she reacted, especially when it came to her best friends. In fact, the Twins chided her for being too hesitant and careful...

"Uh, um... Ize!" she squeaked, hastily pulling the towel off her head and holding it against her front. "When did you get here?"

"Sup, Maxie? Just came in about ten mins ago, no biggie. What up?" he said, oddly casual.

Max managed to look up at his face from where he stood in the kitchen and realized why. Aside from the glass of milk in one hand, Ize's signature glasses were in his other hand. He was blind as a bat without them, that was a well-known fact.

Max couldn't help but feel a smile come to her face and she realized what he'd done, even as her face was flushed with embarrassment. Ize, you sweetheart. When he heard her coming and saw she was naked, he hastily whipped his glasses off so he wouldn't be able to make any of her details out, and now he was acting like nothing was strange so he wouldn't make her self-conscious. Not a day went by she wasn't grateful to have such cool and supportive friends. She should really run to her room and get dressed.

But... what was this feeling?

She was embarrassed, but... The way he was looking at her, but not seeing her, naked and bare before this fully clothed boy she'd known since she was in diapers... It was causing a fluttering in her chest that was foreign to her. It was a feeling that mixed with her shame, creating a new feeling. She was familiar with embarrassment, but this fluttering feeling... what was it?

The towel was damp and wet, clinging to the curves of her huge, overdeveloped breasts. While Ize couldn't see them clear enough without his corrective lenses, she knew they were large, obvious, and sticking outward enough to be like mountains. Not gravity-defyingly perky, but definitely pleasingly round. She breathed in, then out, letting then fall a bit from the motion. Ize didn't react, his squinting eyes still on her face.

His glass of milk was forgotten in his hand in the tense and awkward atmosphere. He was waiting for her to respond or move and it seemed like time had stopped as she felt his brown eyes on her. Naked for the first time in front of someone who wasn't her father or doctor, Max's massive breasts were only barely covered by a thin layer of moist terry cloth kept on her front with only her own two hands.

In the rational part of her brain, she knew she really should run back to her room and get dressed... Yet, she wasn't. Why? Instead, she was just holding the towel against her front, naked and dripping with the water from her shower. The tension in the air was as thick as the moisture evaporating off her wet body, and she wasn't sure she wanted it to end yet, not until she figured out what this fluttering feeling was...