Leah was hyper-aware of Prudence's movements, of her touches, and felt her skin flushing at the sensuality of it all. Perhaps she was just overthinking it - it wasn't like the touched had any meaning, nor did they have any emotions behind them. She'd imagined a man touching her like that - his hands gently stroking down her back, not just touching her but marveling at her form - since she her fourth year was coming to a conclusion, so she supposed Prudence was just making it seem real. (Was she making any sense? She couldn't seem to rationalize the way her skin seemed to be set aflame from a simple caress, but it was there.)

The silence fortunately did not linger long, and by the time her swimsuit was pulled down to her waist, Prudence seemed to snap out of whatever quiet trance she was in. She remained face away, her mind racing. Should she pretend nothing had happened and pull the swimsuit down? She knew she should, but she felt so self-conscious!

"T-Thanks," she managed, followed by a nervous giggle-laugh, through the thickness in her throat. She swiftly pulled the swimsuit off, leaving her in complete nudity, and dashed towards her chemise. She could feel Prudence's eyes still on her, and made a conscious effort to keep those parts hidden from view.

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