Bathing blondies

Jasmin slept over for a few nights. No big deal between friends. We knew each other well enough that we could walk around half-naked without it becoming strange. Then last night I opened the bathroom door and caught her fresh out of the shower, foam still sliding down her bare breasts, the white curves glistening under the light. My pulse kicked hard. I stepped inside instead of backing out. She didn't flinch. Just smiled and told me she had wondered how long it would take me to stop hesitating and walk in.