Ellen hadn't had a chance to speak with Greg alone all day, so she was more than a little nervous by the time bedtime came along. Just as he had been the night before, Greg was already in bed when she came out of the shower. Tonight she squirmed into her panties under the towel and then stopped, sitting on her bed and facing him. "About this morning..." she began.
"What about it?"
"I know you saw me."
"I did, yeah."
"Did you like it? Tell me the truth."
"Hell, yeah. Is that okay?"
"I didn't mean for you too see me like that."
"Your shirt worked its way off you in your sleep, like what happened to Gail and Cathy Monday night?" Greg was willing to pretend to believe that if Ellen really wanted him to.
"No, that would be kind of impossible. I took off my top and I guess I got so comfortable, I fell asleep that way."
Thinking about Ellen taking off her shirt was giving Greg the beginnings of a massive erection -- especially since he hadn't had a chance to take care of the one he had this morning. he turned his body to the side, in attempt to hide it somewhat, and waited for her to continue.
"I had to take it off because of what we were talking about last night," she said. "It made me... warm."
"Me too," Greg said in a whisper.
"So..."
"So?"
"You got a pretty good look, huh?"
He smiled. "Yeah."
She stood up, dropped the robe on the floor, and dropped herself onto her bed, lying on her back wearing just her panties. "Then what the hell, right? I might as well be comfortable."
Greg was speechless.
"Hey," Ellen said, "no fair lying on your side like that. If my boobies are going to be pointing up in the air, you have to be pointing up in the air too. Unless you want me to turn onto my stomach."
"No, I wouldn't want you to have to do that," Greg said, rolling onto his back. He kept his eyes gazed on Ellen's breasts, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was tenting up under his boxers.