SHORTY: Just Got Warm Out! Ch. 1 Water No Get Enemy Epilogue Pt.1 Visell and Arthur flirt with second base!

Visell reaches through the roof of her sweatshirt. Arthur watches as she excavates a shocking amount of items from her cleavage; Her Book of Numbers and Remedies, money, her cell phone, among other contraptions thrown carelessly on her bed. Her arms cross, the tattered, blood-red crop-top button-down is elegantly lifted over her head. A waterfall of curly brown hair emerges from under the shirt and cascades down to her thighs. She cavalierly tosses it on the bed, preens her hair, and plops on the bed with it. Her bosom shakes as she lands.
She perches back, basking in the cool stream of air above her; her eyes closed with a grin and a heavy relieved sigh! Arthur's eyes meticulously scan Visell's burgeoning abs and biceps on full display, all the way up to her breast, contained by a strained sports bra. Her heart jumps! She feels those thoughts plague her mind and a tingle in the pit of her stomach that spurs her forward. Visell shakes her hair out. "God! That feels so good!!" She says with mild ecstasy. Arthur gasps at her inflections! The tingle in her stomach digs deeper and deeper down. She stops in front of Visell, perching over her. "Geez! Don't you hate Picco Zunni!? I know it lasts, like, a month, but it's so freaking hot!" Visell says with a bright smile as she crosses her legs. Concerned with the unexpected silence, She opens her eyes to see Arthur looming over her. Her head cranes up, she blushes. "A-Arthur?" "Symown . . ." Arthur lifts her hand slowly. Visell hangs on its movement. Gasp! Arthur pokes Visell's breasts with her fingers! "How do they stay this size!? It's physically unconscionable!" She continues kneading with her fingers, "I must say I'm pleasantly surprised! Despite all that . . . baggage you carry, here I was sure the size was inflated but they're still quite magnificent!" Arthur's eyes trail to Visell's face. Scowling, bright red, stammering in embarrassment. "D-Dude! S-stop talking up my twins! Before I die of embarrassment!" Arthur retracts.
"My apologies. Allow me to comfort you with good ol' reciprocation!" "What?" Visell gasps as Arthur slips off the sleeve of her robe, fully displaying her breast wrapped tightly in a snow-white sarashi. She plops on the bed and leans back to enjoy the conditioned air making tides through her hair. " You may touch them if you like. . . " Visell freezes and goes bright red! "I . . . wait . . . just do . . . Are you sure!?" Arthur opens one eye and chuckles before promptly closing it. Visell pouts and turns away. She lifts one hand, extends one finger, and pokes Arthur's breast. Her finger lightly trails around it, her pouting face relaxes with curiosity. "Huh . . " she says matter-of-factly. Arthur pries "Not having fun?" "Oh, shut it! I'm fine! They're just really . . . small." Arthur scoffs! "As tactful as ever, Miss Symownye!" "Shut it!" She rummages around more and, all the while looking at the ground, stealing glances at Arthur. Arthur's stomach fills with butterflies, surprised at her shy love's bravery; she relaxes. As the seconds fly, Visell adds a second finger then a third, then a palm. " Ahem!" Visell uncrosses her legs. "I . . . I like them. I like that they're not messy and big but still soft and stuff, plus I like feeling your hear-" Visell gasps! "Is . . . Is that . . .y-your!" Arthur looks up in confusion then down. She scoffs "My . . . teat? Yes." " Visell goes red again "Are . . . Are you g-getting . . . turned on by this(!?)" Arthur's eyes are intense with confusion.
"Yeees? Is it not obvious? Then again the cold is also a factor." Blood fills Visell's face like a thermometer. Arthur snickers "I mean I'm assuming you're also-" Visell jumps up and ruffles her hair! "Well, would you look at the time, Sorry I gotta go hit the can!!!" She shuffles across the room. Arthur's eyes follow her. Bang! The door shuts! Arthur bellows "You know, if you're going to the trouble to do that, you may as well allow me to do it to you! Or perhaps we could watch each other do it? Oh! Or do it to each other" she strokes her chin and whispers to herself "Hmm! perhaps even finish together?" Visell belts, "I can't hear you! I'm peeing!" "You're certainly taking the piss . . ." "SHUT IT!!!" Arthur chuckles and lays back on the bed. "Symown? " Visell sighs "Y-yeah?" "Congratulations . . . on bravely absconding from first base!" Visell pops her head out of the bathroom, squinting and scowling. "Thank you . . ."