"So, no parental units for the whole day." Abby said after shutting the door.

"Yep." Anne said with a smile, "but we do have Kelly."

Anne's parents were off to a baby shower for one of her colleagues and Abby's were playing golf. They had foolishly been left in charge of Anne's sister.

"So, want to get naked and have sex?" Abby joked, referring to her tragic attempt at flirtation the day Abby came out to her.

"Hell no, Kelly's here, I do not trust her not to barge in, intentionally." Anne said bitterly.

Abby looked at her questioningly, "she's not that bad."

"Tell that to someone who hasn't been asked to have words with her about ogling women in the shower!" Anne insisted.

"Oh, now this must be good." Abby dragged Anne to the sitting room, "explain, gory details please."

Anne explained what had happened, and her mortification at the woman's words.

"Honestly, I think she knew about both of us. I mean, eye contact. God I almost died of embarrassment."

Abby laughed, "So how did the talk go?"

Anne rolled her eyes and stumped into the sofa, "What talk? I'm not about to explain locker room etiquette to my sister! Shit, turns out I don't even know locker room etiquette!"

"Can I do it? Please?"

"What, you want to give my sister a lecture?" She shook her head, "have at it!"

Abby didn't waste time, she called Kelly down from her room, "Sit young lady." She said pointing at the other end of the sofa. She paced back and forth with her hands behind her back, doing her best school-marm impression. "Now, it has come to our attention that in addition to being a handsy little girl, you also are a peeping tomboy!"

She turned to give Kelly a firm stare. "This. Must. Stop." She punctuated each word with a wave of her finger. "Now, as connoisseurs of the female form, we all know how hard it is not to look. We also know how ridiculous it appears when one so obviously averts their eyes, Anne!"

"Now, the correct protocol is to pay attention neck up, and I am speaking to both of you, sliding the eyes across someone's body should be a slide, quick and without meaning, simply moving your eyes from one focal point to another. One does not linger on their derriere when there backs are turned, Kelly, nor does one intently stare at the floor, Anne!" She resumed her pacing, "Now, if someone speaks, you make eye contact, and maintain eye contact." Both girls getting the lecture appeared to be trying to escape through the backs of their chairs.

"Now, there will be a practical test, our group visit to the pool is scheduled for two weeks today. Make note, I will be watching, and I assure you, someone is almost always, watching!"

"Any questions? No, well then, class dismissed!" Both Kelly and Anne took off towards their rooms at a run, faces beetroot. Abby put her pinky to her lip and gave her best Dr Evil laugh.

She caught up with Anne in her room, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself, you were both so cute, all embarrassed and red!"

Anne threw her pillow at her and laughed, "yeah, I guess it was quite funny."

"So, talking about inappropriate conduct, should we talk about a certain art student and her fantasies?" She smiled when she saw Abby's embarrassed look. "You know, if you need a life drawing model, I may be available." She was only teasing but on seeing Abby's face light up she blushed herself.

"Are you seriously willing? I mean, I could get my art stuff and be back in like, twenty minutes?" Anne's brain shut down on hearing this. Part of her wanted to say no, to run for the hills, unfortunately the part of her in control of her face waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Abby didn't need any more permission, she was out of the door and down the street before Anne's synapses fired again. 'oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, what have I just agreed to?' she thought. Her next thought, difficult though it was to hear over the hammering of her heart, was to look down the top of her t-shirt, 'need to change, need to change!' she frantically hunted through her underwear drawer, she knew she had a nice simple black bra and undies that kind of matched. The entire drawer was pulled out and tossed on the bed, "there you are!" She exclaimed under her breath. Tossing the remainder back in the drawer she wedged her chair under the door handle, she had no idea if that worked but you saw it on movies all the time. She got naked and then fully dressed again in what may just have been a world record time, her faded and worn old white bra and panties went in the laundry basket and after a second’s thought were buried under yesterday's uniform.

She sat on the bed, heart still thumping and hands shaking, she bit her lip and remembered to pull the chair away. 'shitshitshit, this is a terrible idea!' She repeated to herself. She got up and went to brush her teeth, both because she foresaw lots of kissing and for something to occupy her. The minty taste calmed her down a little. She put on deodorant too, picking the most antiperspirant one they had, then after some thought took her shirt off and sprayed her entire torso.

She returned to her bedroom with the thought, 'Oh god why am I doing this?'