Just her shirt

"I mean..." said Sasha. "What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know! I don't know!" said Astrid, now hopping on one foot and then the other as she frantically tried to cover her entire body with just her two hands. "I'm fucking naked Sasha, I don't know what to do! Just like, I don't know? Your undies?"

Sasha giggled. "I mean Astrid... I'm not sure my underwear would exactly fit you?" She motioned towards Astrid's A-cup boobs. Astrid blushed furiously, clearly embarrassed at the more busty girl commenting on her chest. "I don't know, maybe put your hands by your waist so I can tell for sure! You're moving around so much it's hard to tell what exactly you need," she said with a mischievous smile.

You're surprised at how much fun Sasha seems to be having. She's normally the kindest person you've ever met, but clearly she's able to have a bit of fun at someone else's expense. It probably doesn't hurt that Astrid's bossy personality could rub Sasha the wrong way from time to time. She probably just thought she was evening the score a bit, you realize. Finally though, Sasha's empathy seemed to get the better of her.

"Okay, okay, you can have my shirt," she said with a laugh. "You're such a tiny little thing, I'm sure it will keep you all covered up!"

With that, Sasha pulled her black t-shirt over her head and tossed it to Astrid, who quickly pulled it over her naked body.

But you barely notice Astrid getting dressed because you are so focused on Sasha. She's wearing a bright red, lacy bra that barely contains her perky, D-cup breasts. She awkwardly attempts to cover her toned, tan body as she catches you staring. You groan internally, feeling your penis twitch yet again, and hope your erection isn't too painfully obvious to her.