"Happy birthday!" Sheree yelled as Rayne walked out of the bathroom. She was dressed in only her large white bath towel.
She took off into a full on sprint and dove at her towel wearing friend.
"You're a psycho!" Rayne yelled and caught her friend in the air.
Elliot's eyes locked on the towel covering Rayne's naked body. He had never thought about her sexually before, but at that moment, all he could think about was what lay under that white linen. Something about the way the towel barely contained her breasts made his imagination wander. Rayne must've felt his eyes on her because she looked past Sheree and caught him staring at her.
"Your man is staring at my tits," she said before the towel morphed into her silver and purple training outfit. She sat Sheree down and stuck her tongue out at Elliot. He felt embarrassment warm his face.
"You know why," Sheree said and drummed her hands on Rayne's breasts.
"Cut it out!" Rayne laughed and pushed Sheree away.
