Looking as if they’d got caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Olivia and Abbie stayed silent; however, each woman slowly reached up to pull her raised shirt back down to waist level, neither offering an excuse as to why they’d appeared to be flashing each other.
“Olivia, do you want to tell me why you felt the need to show Abbie your boob?” Alex asked, tilting her head and folding her arms across her chest.
“I’d kind of like to know the reason myself, and I’d love to know why you felt the need to reciprocate, Abbie,” Serena added as she stepped next to her friend, mimicking Alex's pose.
Olivia suddenly found the coffee table very interesting as she studied the dark grain of the wood while Abbie merely shrugged her shoulders and sat back against the love seat.
When both women stubbornly remained mute, Alex’s razor sharp mind began to quickly sift through possible scenarios until she finally groaned, “Please tell me you two weren’t having some sort of ‘who’s got the best breast’ competition.”
Sitting up and staring wide-eyed, Olivia shouted, “No way! Abbie was showing me how to tell the difference between the real thing and a really good imitation.”
Raising an eyebrow, Serena turned to her lover and asked, “Oh, really? So, Abbie? Exactly how do you tell the difference?”
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Date: 2007-02-17 08:47 pm (UTC)“Olivia, do you want to tell me why you felt the need to show Abbie your boob?” Alex asked, tilting her head and folding her arms across her chest.
“I’d kind of like to know the reason myself, and I’d love to know why you felt the need to reciprocate, Abbie,” Serena added as she stepped next to her friend, mimicking Alex's pose.
Olivia suddenly found the coffee table very interesting as she studied the dark grain of the wood while Abbie merely shrugged her shoulders and sat back against the love seat.
When both women stubbornly remained mute, Alex’s razor sharp mind began to quickly sift through possible scenarios until she finally groaned, “Please tell me you two weren’t having some sort of ‘who’s got the best breast’ competition.”
Sitting up and staring wide-eyed, Olivia shouted, “No way! Abbie was showing me how to tell the difference between the real thing and a really good imitation.”
Raising an eyebrow, Serena turned to her lover and asked, “Oh, really? So, Abbie? Exactly how do you tell the difference?”