<div class="floatleft">(https://pornopics.co/photos/images/-big-tiddy-goth-girlfriend-waiting-for-you-by-mikomi-hokina--1852257.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Selena Black<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Stripping off and getting comfortable.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bianca<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Public nudity, anal jewelry.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Bianca expounded on her attitude toward stage names, Selena headed for the unoccupied chaise. The floaty feeling that filled her from her senior's acceptance, though mixed with a rather serious case of butterflies, spurred her along faster than she could hesitate; she felt outside herself as, standing beside the empty seat, she found the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift motion. If Bianca could lie out here naked, so could she--and why should anyone care? They worked for a porn company, it wasn't like workplace nudity was anything unusual.<br/><br/>Her bra, a simple solid black affair, went after her top, followed by her shorts and matching panties as she stepped out of her flip-flops. For a moment, Selena wished she'd thought to shave that morning, but she just had a couple days ago, and her pussy still looked totally smooth. Without any sunscreen, she knew her ghostly skin would crisp up like potato chips if she stayed like this too long, but she doubted she would--this was really just a little stunt for herself, to prove she could do it, and for Bianca, to maybe impress her a little. Selena found herself wanting her own favorite butt plug, the black glass one, up in the drawer in her bedside table, just to fully share in Bianca's experience. Ah, well.<br/><br/>Standing up straight for a moment, breathing in and trying to feel the air and sun on her body as fully as she could, Selena settled down on the recliner, lying on her back. She hadn't missed a word of what Bianca had said, of course. As much as hearing that voice calling her "little one" made her butterflies do barrel rolls, the question made her pause. "Well, uh...honestly?" she said, her blush returning again as she met Bianca's eyes with a sidelong glance. "Right now, I pretty much wanna be like you. I mean, just from the sense I've always gotten of you in your work, and your interviews I've seen and stuff...like, you're pretty much living the life I fantasize about but never really thought I could have, like, realistically." She broke the eye contact, her bravery faltering again once the words left. The urge to apologize washed over her again, certain what she'd said had just been super weird and presumptuous, but she forced it back. Not after Bianca had just told her not to say sorry.