And how!

Frankie shifted her boobs slowly and watched Claire's half-awake bovine gaze sluggishly track them. She shook them rapidly and laughed as Claire's eyes widened.

"On second thought, you might be kinda fun," she said. Claire sat up with surprise.

"Oh, hey," she said, failing to sound nonchalant. "What's up?"

"Did you just forget who the tits you're staring at are attached to?"

Claire offered an apologetic smile. "I think I might be having memory issues."

"Yeah?" Frankie asked. "What were we even talking about?"

"Uh..." Claire's eyes shot up again and dated frantically around the room before returning to where they started. "Your tits?"

"You did it again," Frankie said excitedly. "How did you remember that?"

"Remember what?"

Frankie groaned with frustration and Claire rubbed her back.

"Hey, it's ok," she said. "Don't worry, you'll, uh, get it. I mean, like, uh, this thing... it's... you'll be ok."

Against all odds, this strange gibberish gave Frankie an idea. She interrupted Claire, who seemed relieved.

"You're just acting based on context, aren't you?"

Claire smiled apologetically again. "I'm not sure."

Frankie continued to reason aloud, the words passing frictionlessly past the tiny window of Claire's perception.

"Because you were stroking your chin, you figured we were brainstorming, so you said you had an idea."

"I did?" Claire asked, confused. Frankie chuckled. The silliness was suddenly hitting again now that she had a plaything. She grabbed Claire's arm and put it on her right breast. Claire gasped in shock, but Frankie quickly continued.

"And when you were staring at my tits and I asked you what we were talking about, you guessed my tits!" she said as Claire nodded encouragingly. "And when you were comforting me and you forgot why, you just doing because you were already doing it. All you could remember was sitting there murmuring to me, so you had no idea how long you had been doing it! In fact, that's what makes you a good listener - your memory's too short to get bored and you can react based on context clues!"

"Right!" Claire said emphatically, even making brief eye contact before her gaze settled on Frankie's chest, where she was gently playing with her nipple. Suddenly Frankie grabbed her other hand and shoved it down her pants.

"Ok, but we've gotta get back to the game at some point," Claire pointed out as she began to feel around for the lay of the land. Frankie decided-

"Good point," Frankie said dizzily. Claire's statement had caught her off guard. She wanted to get-

"Being silly can be kind of annoying," Frankie panted. "Besides, they don't seem like they're in a hurry."

She pointed across the room and Claire let go of Frankie's chest to wave cheerfully. Her other hand was, of course, busy. "Oh, hey guys! I didn't know you were here too!"

"God, that's gotta be fucking irritating," Theresa chuckled. "I mean, for you. I'm completely chill, especially with Drew here three knuckles deep. Right, bro?"

"It's weird how much you're enjoying this," Drew grumbled. "What does 'relaxed' or whatever even mean?"

Theresa clapped him on the back with a chuckle. "Dude, you've got a man on the inside!" She looked down into her lap and chuckled. "Wait, reverse that. Point is, I can be your sexual crash test dummy! You have the chance to get once-in-a-lifetime feedback in bed and you want to ask what relaxed meams?"

Martin leaned forward. "Now I'm a little more interested. So, what, we try out new techniques on you or something?"

"Think of this as a writer's workshop," Theresa said. She belched and opened another beer. "You can bounce new ideas off of me or get pointers on technique."

Drew withdrew his hand and held it, wincing. "Cramp," he complained as he massaged his fingers at the knuckles. "I think I'm done with that card. But wait, don't you wanna try sexual techniques on us? That seems like a fair trade."

Theresa shrugged. "It's not a trade," she said. "I'm giving you the opportunity to do stuff to me while I'm in this hot chick's body. That's it."

"But if you learn more about this stuff from a woman's perspective, then maybe you can help your partners become better at it," Martin pointed out.

Theresa eyed him coolly. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you're just asking me to blow you."

Martin stepped forward and put his hand possessively over Theresa's forearm. "It's funny, I feel like I was just talked into eating you out."

"Oh, just 69 already!" Drew said with an eyeroll.