Prompt: Wendy/Bebe. Wendy studying, Bebe being distracting. Soy milk lattes
Rating: PG13 for swearing and some light sexyness :P
"Ouch!" Wendy was startled out of her musings at Bebe's pain filled cry. She turned quickly to her friend, hoping she was okay. "Ah, sorry Wendy. I spilled my latte on myself." She gave Wendy a slight smile, dabbing at her chest with a napkin. Wendy's eyes followed her hand as it slid to dip the napkin between her - rather large - cleavage.
Wendy's attention stayed glued to Bebe's chest as a drop of her soy milk latte slowly slipped between her breasts. "Um..." She shook her head to clear it, then smiled "Hey, it's okay. You're not hurt though, right?"
"No it just kind of startled me." Bebe responded as she finished cleaning herself up. When Wendy turned back to her textbook, Bebe let a small smirk appear on her face.
Wendy jerked as a shirt landed on her head "What?"
"Oh, sorry. I was aiming for the laundry basket." Bebe giggled as she sauntered by Wendy, who was laying across her bed. She stood infront of Wendy, wearing only her bra and a pair of pajama pants. "We're both girls anyway right?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah." Wendy let out a nervous laugh, taking a gulp of her own latte. "Yeah, it's cool."
Bebe smiled and snagged the latte from Wendy's hand "I love these things. I can't believe mine got wasted!" She took a little sip. After handing it back, Wendy stared for a moment.
"You have a bit of uh - there's some foam." She pointed.
"Huh? Where?" Bebe tilted her eyes, eyes dancing with mischief.
"On your upper lip..." Wendy didn't know why she was being so nervous. It was only Bebe. They had been friends for years, so why now? It didn't make any sense...She forced her attention back to her textbook. If she focused on her work, everything would be fi-
"Did I get it?" Bebe leaned close to Wendy's face. The foam was still there. Wendy shook her head, not trusting herself to answer. Bebe smiled again, slowly sliding her tongue across her upper lip. "How about now?" She asked, voice huskier than usual.
Wendy sat abruptly, grabbing her cell phone off the pillow beside her. She had the look on her face that meant there was no point in trying to stop her, with whatever she was doing.
Bebe frowned "Wendy what are you doing?"
"Texting Stan to let him know I'm not going to meet him for the movies." She said before tossing her cell back onto the pillow. She crawled slowly over to Bebe.
"Why not?"
"Because you won't stop distracting me." Wendy frowned at her friend, opening her mouth to ask why. She didn't get the chance - Bebe's mouth was upon hers in seconds. The kiss was short, Bebe just testing the waters.
Wendy giggled faintly, eyes bright. "What are you laughing at Wendy?" Bebe was slightly offended. She was a good kisser, dammit!
"Latte lips." Wendy said while smiling. Bebe blinked twice, then shook her head.
"You're fucked up."
End~