Kate strips

Resigned to her fate, Kate slipped into a cubicle and began to remove her clothes.

Stripping off her jacket, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, before sitting down to yank off her boots and socks. After wriggling out of her jeans, Kate stood there in her black underwear. Wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, the archer unfastened and shrugged out of her bra, and tugged her panties down her legs. She snatched up a towel, wrapped it around her torso, and padded back to the pool.

"Do you mind looking away?" Kate asked, fidgeting awkwardly, but the Russian girl refused to look away.

Sensing an impasse, Kate released her towel, slapped her arms over her torso, and slipped into the pool. Hurriedly sitting down, she folded her legs close to her torso, hugging her knees tightly. She couldn't see her own body through the water, so knew there was no chance that Yelena could, but still didn't want to take any chances.

"You are funny, Kate Bishop."

"How...how much did you see?" Kate enquired, blushing.

"So, how can I help?" Yelena replied, her only answer to Kate's question coming in the form of an unreadable wink.

Trying not to think about her nudity, Kate began to explain her predicament.

As if reading her mind, Yelena stood up with a loud splash, water cascading down her body, and climbed out of the pool. Kate knew that she should avert her gaze, but found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the naked Russian. She had always considered herself to be heterosexual, but Yelena's muscular, nude form for the first time caused a warm sensation to emanate from her core.

"Come, Kate Bishop," Yelena instructed, reclining on a lounger and firing up her laptop. With the blonde girl distracted, Kate took the opportunity to scamper out of the water and hastily wrap herself once more in her towel.

Adjusting her makeshift garment as best she could, Kate padded across the room, the slaps of her bare, wet feet echoing around the room.

Yelena had propped the laptop against her knees at such an angle that Kate was forced to squeeze onto the lounger next to her naked friend.

The towelled girl forced herself to concentrate on the screen, but Yelena's gently rising and falling breasts were unavoidable in her peripheral vision. Despite her bare skin sparkling with water droplets, the blonde girl was showing no signs of being cold, which gave the shivering Kate an excuse to press her body closer. She had a strong urge to caress Yelena's perfectly sculpted body, but instead balled her hands into fists and chewed her lip to keep any involuntary noises at bay.

"You see?" Yelena summarised once the CCTV recording had finished, seemingly unaware of Kate's struggle. "The New Avengers do big potato stuff, and this is small potatoes." She readjusted her towel as she rose from the lounger.

"Small potato stuff is for you, Kate Bishop. Even though your potatoes are not small."

It had all happened so quickly, it took Kate a few seconds to react.

She had been the one wrapped in a towel; but suddenly, Yelena was clad, and Kate was the naked one.

"Ahh!" Kate squealed and curled into a ball. How had Yelena done that? Their proximity to one another should have made it impossible to switch their outfits, and yet Kate hadn't even noticed it happening!

"You are funny, Kate Bishop," Yelena chuckled, sitting on the edge of the pool and trailing her bare feet in the water.

Belatedly remembering, Kate hugged herself as she scrambled off the lounger and hurried back to the sanctuary of her cubicle. Fortunately, her clothes were still there; the light-fingered Russian hadn't stolen everything.

Snatching up another towel, Kate dried herself and dressed as quickly as possible.

"Thanks for all of your help, Yelena!" the dark-haired girl stammered as she beat a hasty retreat. She looked over her shoulder one final time as she reached the door, and saw a newly-naked Yelena playfully waving farewell. Kate allowed herself an extended glance at the assassin's breasts, before slipping away.

"Oh God," she wailed, burying her face in her hands. She HATED being naked, and yet she had just allowed herself to be tricked into baring all! How could she ever face Yelena again, knowing that her friend knew what she looked like in her birthday suit? And why had she felt that way upon seeing Yelena in the buff? Not only was Yelena her friend, she was also a GIRL. Kate was only attracted to BOYS, so why was her body lying to her?

Perspiring, the flustered girl made herself scarce, putting as much distance between herself and the sexy-no! The mysterious-Russian as possible.