"You think you're so slick, don't you?" Jess teased. "I saw you looking down her shirt," she said as she gyrated her hips against me.

I just shrugged, embarrassed that I was doubly caught and now feeling guilty as hell.

"I'm not mad, baby." she leaned over me. "Hell, I looked too. I told you she's got a great pair."

"They're okay," I said underplaying it.

"'Okay'." she mimicked sarcastically. "She has damn near perfect tits! And she wanted you to look, by the way. No girl lets her shirt fall open like that without knowing. It may not have been as blatant as what she did with her shorts...