Vanna stared at Liz's firm ass as she struggled with the leg press machine. She couldn't help but feel envy as she watched her friend squat up and down, perspiration glistening on her skin. "You know, Liz," she purred, "I've been thinking about last night's conversation." Liz glanced over her shoulder, confusion etched on her face. "You mean about your lack of sexual experience? I told you, I don't mind sharing mine." Vanna inched closer, her hand brushing against Liz's sweaty thigh. "No, I mean about how much you wanted to try something new." Before Liz could respond, Vanna pressed herself against her best friend, grinding her hips suggestively. "Maybe we could do something about that right here, right now?" Maybe we could do something about that right here, right now?
