"I…I don't think I'm your type, Gwen. You're…brunch every Sunday at a place I'd be a waiter at. You're the kind of girl that can walk around a store and not be followed by security waiting for you to steal stuff. You're--"

"Lisa, I assure you, you don't know me. Do you think I'm just some boring basic woman who hasn't thought about getting ravished by a hot punk girl before?"

Lisa looked down, the conversation had gotten a lot more explicit than she anticipated, and the only thing she could focus on was Gwen's lips, on her nipples just visible through the dress…

“I think, uh…your um, clothes…you should change so you don’t get sick or something.” Lisa stumbled over the words. She’d slept in bus terminals before, and now all the sudden she was acting like an overly sensitive worry wort not wanting someone to catch a cold?

“You’re very cute when you’re all flustered.” Gwen said with a grin, “but I agree I’m getting cold.” Gwen looked down at her hard nipples, the nipples Lisa kept stealing glimpses at, “can’t really hide that, can I?”

“You can, um, go into the bathroom or my bedroom to change.”

“Or…we can agree we’re both women and I trust that if you turn around while I’m changing you won’t take a peek. It would be awful if you did that.” Gwen said.

Lisa nodded, trying to play along, though she had no clue if she could. She didn't really have a choice, did she? She had to, didn't she?

Lisa allowed herself one peek at Gwen as she heard her changing, and she almost wished she hadn’t. Gwen’s body was beyond gorgeous, the type of sculpting and toning that only the most expensive gyms could give someone. Her black bra was still damp, clinging to her small breasts, the nipples looking even more delicious than if they were fully exposed, shrink-wrapped in the black fabric.

"Did you peek?" Gwen said after a few seconds.

"I'm not going to answer that…" Lisa said, her heart skipping a few beats, the lie doing a good job of hiding the truth.

"That means yes."

"I glanced. Maybe even just a half a glance." Lisa said, turning around to see that Gwen was still standing in her bra, nothing really having changed since Lisa took her peek.

"Oops. Guess that makes it a whole glance, doesn't it?" Gwen stood with her hands on her hips, a wry smirk making Lisa even more turned on.

"Gwen, I don't understand, we met an hour ago, and I'm…I don't get it." Lisa said, sitting on the couch to give herself a chance to breathe.