... a point when she'd gotten modest. Sam had never reached that point. Carly supposed Sam didn't have to... the blonde had a great body, and Carly supposed if she had a body like that she'd flaunt it too. It wasn't so much that Carly minded Sam changing around her, no... it was more with the way it made her feel. Like she was a peeping Tom, except she didn't hide behind a window.
Carly glimpsed a flash of blue as Sam shed her towel, and she forced herself to look away. It just... it didn't feel right, and she shouldn't want to look this much. Carly put a hand to her cheek, feeling the hot skin. Oh God, she was blushing.
Sam sat down heavily on the bed beside Carly, bouncing up and down. Carly glanced over, almost immediately regretting it, as the blonde wore only a pair of black boyshorts and bra. Sam tilted her head at Carly curiously. "What's up with you Carls?"
Carly tried to keep her eyes on Sam's face. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Like... you keep stuttering. And..." She grinned. "Are you blushing?"
Carly bit her lip. "No! I just... it's hot in here." Despite herself, her eyes flicked quickly down Sam's body, and she felt a sharp pull in the pit of her stomach at the girl's lithe form.
Sam's eyes widened. "Did you just check me out?" She laughed.
Carly stood, indignant. "So what if I did? You can't just walk around naked all the time and not expe...