Rachel's Love Potion 2: Rachel's Love Potion's Love Potion
Part Three
Any time somebody tries to merge two friend groups, it begins in the most awkward possible way. Your work friends know you one way, your bar crawl friends another, your back-when friends a third (and probably fourth) way. There's always that friction as worlds collide and people have to reconcile the different you's. Heck, sometimes it's apparent even in the moment how much I myself change when I'm around certain people. So many inside jokes that simply don't transfer, ya know?
At first, that was how it was with Knox and Joanna during our week-long slumber party. He had to deal with her inability to not make color commentary on his stupid zombie show; she had to deal with the one-two punch of his sixty-eight degree thermostat combined with the toplessness policy. He had to work around her peanut allergy when it came time for him to decide what I cooked everyone for dinner; she had to handle her discomfort when I sat on his lap and hand-fed him his meal.
They were trying, at least. By the end of the second day, she'd finally stopped being so self-conscious that she'd try to use her arm to conceal her boobs, and he'd... well, Knox was Knox. Waiting for him to change was watching the wind erode stone. Still, there were subtle signs that he'd accepted her into our little pack. For instance, pretty soon he stopped treating me like some distant acquaintance and resumed touching me like the bestest friend I was. Or the next morning, without even asking, Knox took the initiative to do our laundry! While Joanna was in the shower, I darted in for him and snatched her pants and panties and tossed them in the machine right next to mine.
"Hey!" she yelled, her voice echoing down the hallway. "Where the fuck are my goddamn pants?!"
Knox stuck a finger in my mouth to restrain me and answered himself. "We don't shout in my house. If you want to talk, come to the living room and we can talk."
After a brief pause, her footsteps thundered down the hall. She was still dripping wet, her body sheathed in a towel that was definitely not made for the task it had been given. If she so much as breathed too deeply, it was either going to rise up and show her pussy, or burst right off of that huge chest of hers. She looked pissed enough to hardly care, though. Pissed enough to barely take note that I was completely naked myself.
"What the hell did you do with my pants, Knox?" She was practically snarling.
He sighed, as if having to explain something to an invalid. "What did I tell you about covering your tits in my house?"
"What? You can't be ser..." But he was. Seeing immediately that she wasn't going to get anything out of him until she conformed to his edict, she lowered the towel down her body until it hung around her hips like a dress. He was staring hard at those glistening wet boobs; it reminded me what a nice present it would be for him when my finally finished growing in. He'd assured me only a few more months, but it killed me that it wouldn't be in time for his birthday. He's been complaining about not being able to give me a proper tit-fuck since forever.
"There," she said. "Now answer my fucking question. I put up with sitting around here with my tits out, but I'll be damned if I'm going to flash you my pussy."
"It's not really 'flashing' if it's simply out there for us to see. And don't panic. I threw them in the laundry. They'll be clean in a couple hours, so chill. Now come on, have a seat. Episode's starting."
After a final frosty glare, Joanna seemed to pick up on my imploring gaze and let out a sigh of resignation. Only then, Knox held up his hand to stop her ass mid-sit. She gasped in shock, and even I was a bit surprised. It was one thing to have him touch my ass whenever he felt like it, but he and Joanna were barely friends. Heck, even Knox and I had only been besties for weeks when he first came over to my house and woke me up to fuck me silly. If Joanna wasn't as comfortable as I was being touched, it probably wasn't cool for him to be doing that.
I twisted my mouth, thinking how to gently say as much, but he spoke first. "Hey now, I don't want your nasty wet towel on my couch. It'll get mildewy."
After a moment, I laughed - despite the look of indignation on Joanna's face. Here I thought the guy was making sexual advances, but he was only protecting his furniture. I mean, duh, right? I was probably just too accustomed to guys losing their heads over Joanna.
"I... I guess I'll sit on the floor then," she grumbled, but Knox wasn't having that either.
"And warp the hardwood? Fuck that. You can either ditch the towel and sit here with us like you were ever taught basic manners, or you can go out on the porch and air dry. But in either case, leave the towel. I don't want it getting dirty out there."
Joanna made a face, but I just rolled my eyes and tugged her towel off. She covered her pussy for a second - and I gotta say, having gotten used to having mine baby smooth, I'd have been embarrassed by that wild thatch of fur now, too - but she let me pull her down next to me.
Was it a little weird, sitting naked next to another woman? Sure. But the last thing I wanted to do was discourage Knox from sweet impulses like that. Doing her laundry? Being patient through her little tantrum? That cute way he licked his lips when he eyeballed her pussy? Don't get me wrong; I love the guy, but he wasn't exactly one to go out of his way for little gestures like these, so when they happened, it was always a delightful surprise.
Lo and behold, Knox soon informed us that the dryer was broken, and so we'd have to let our clothes air dry. By then, though, I'd honestly gotten used to it. On the rare occasions Knox wanted to hang out at his place, I seldom wore clothes anyway. It actually felt more normal being naked around Knox, and having Joanna half-dressed while I wasn't wearing a stitch would've been weird. She felt the same way, I'm sure.
"Hey, can I just say a huge thank you for not making me feel weird about the naked thing? I was really worried this wasn't going to work out, but you're being so cool and all."
She shrugged, crossing her legs the other direction. Joanna had such full thighs - I had always been jealous. It didn't matter how much I exercised; my body simply didn't want to add the padding. It was literally taking a miracle ointment to make my breasts grow bigger than they'd been in middle school.
"I'm... glad you're glad," she said after a moment.
"Seriously. I know this show is kinda blech, but I'm actually having a really good time having you hanging around. If you're having an OK time, too, maybe we can do this more often? If you're not, that's cool - but I figure if we can have a good time sitting around watching this..." I listened, but the fan was still running. "This
lame
show, we'll have way more fun most times."
"So... it doesn't freak you out, being naked around him?"
