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The humid air of our shared apartment clung to my skin, a prelude to the storm I hadn't anticipated. I pushed open the door, my backpack heavy with the day's weariness, and the sight of the living room left me frozen in the doorway. She was there. My best friend, Sara, was sprawled on the worn corduroy sofa. She wasn't just lounging. She was exposed. A thin, sheer mesh was all that "covered" her body; delicate straps slipped off her shoulders. It was untied in the front, and both sides opened just enough to reveal the breathtaking, maddening curve of her breasts. Her position pressed them together, creating a deep, shadowy valley that instantly drew my eyes. She wore tiny black lace panties that barely concealed the curve of her hips. Her skin, a warm olive tone, glowed in the light of the setting sun filtering through the blinds. "Hey, roommate," she purred softly. She didn't move to cover herself. In fact, she arched her back slightly, making the mesh open wider. "What a long day¨ ?