<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">There was no doubting that her friend had a very colorful way of speaking. Tits had the blush flaring a bit darker and Beth stood, hands clasped neatly together before her as she waited for Ardelia to dress and thus avoid any awkward moments of possibly nudity. Her mother, heavens help her, had trained Beth that even in the girls locker room one changed in a stall rather then out in the open. Modesty was of upmost importance, and it had taken a month even after she and Colin had moved in together for her to get to the point of undressing in front of him. <br/><br/>It had taken another six months to get her to try sleeping nude and she still favored her silk night gowns, though she had seen the perks to his suggestion of more daring silk nighties. At least once a week she wore one of the more revealing garments to bed, and often now she would drift off to sleep after they had made love naked without fretting over it. <br/><br/>The throat clearing brought her head up, a smile ready on her lips only to melt away as she froze, eyes wide again at the picture Ardelia presented. The teenager apparently was born to flaunt herself, because she turned that top into something rather more like a mini dress, with it hugging every single curve leaving very little to the imagination. Oh, dear. She had never seen Ardy in anything like that and picturing Colin meeting her friend in that had her stomach doing odd things. No matter how she tried she couldn’t stop herself from staring, from feeling that odd heat even beneath her blush. <br/><br/>Was she really becoming attracted to another woman? That was impossible, it simply didn’t happened. And if she was feeling flustered then Colin…. No no. She would not fall apart into paranoia. It was a matter of pride that she managed to speak works at her friend’s question, though the laugh had her blushing anew, wondering if she was perhaps being foolish to think pants were such a solid, good idea. <br/><br/>“I don’t… think cool is a word that could ever be applied to you.” Bethany finally managed to say, but she picked up the jeans all the same and offered them out to Ardy. “As… riveting a question as what color your panties might be, please, I’d hate for you to scald your thighs if you dropped something from dinner on them, and um… I fear seeing you like that leaves me a little bit distracted so I’m going to go uh… set the table. Take your time.” The last was said quickly, a bit of stumbling about before she backed her way to the stair and nearly bolted up it. Surely it was just the nerves, just the nerves. </span></span><br/>