One morning before we played a video game she asked if I wanted to smoke with her. Since I moved in with Sarah I didn't smoke a lot of weed but I eagerly accepted. After a couple of tokes she was hugging her knees, fully exposing her bare legs and her panties. We were telling stupid jokes to each other when she suddenly asked,
"Is it distracting having a young girl around the house?"
I must have looked taken aback because when I didn't answer she made sure I understood,
"I mean, you serve me breakfast every morning, then do my dishes, pick my towel off the bathroom floor to fold it. You even did my laundry...and you never complain. Is it because you like looking at me?"
I could feel myself blush at her stare and answered some nonsense about how it was nice having her around. I felt lik
