Luscious Curves

Butterflies

Kenna woke up to the sound of Lys singing a commercial jingle repeatedly as she rummaged through her dresser.
"Plumbing to electrical... heating to air conditioning... if you can't, we can... Michael and son... plumbing to e-lec-tric-al... heating to air con-di-tion-ing... if you can't, we can... Michael and son... hm hmm hm hm hm hm hmm... hmhm hm hmhmhmm hm hmm... hmhmhmhm hmmm... hmhmhm hmmm..."
The wall clock read 7:04. Kenna stretched, yawned, and let out a little hiccup. At this, Lys turned around, grinning.
"You're up!" she piped, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I know," Kenna mumbled. "Thanks for the reminder, though." Lys burst out laughing, then skipped over to the bed and hugged the shorter girl. "I was looking for something you could wear." Kenna stiffened and clutched awkwardly at her hair. "Shit, I didn't think about that. I'll have to wear yesterday's clothes. D'you think anyone'll notice?" Lys remained silent, but smiled mischievously. She skipped back over to her closet and withdrew a knee-length, stretchy dress, with short sleeves, a flouncy skirt, and a pattern of thin black-and-white horizontal stripes. Kenna shook her head.
"I'll never fit into your clothes. Besides, I don't do short sleeves in public." Lys frowned.
"But it's stretchy. And you'd look so pretty in it." Seeing the pout on Lys's face bothered Kenna. She didn't want to upset Lys, and she certainly didn't want to turn down an opportunity to wear something Lys found attractive. She weighed the pros and cons in her head. "Okay," she said, hesitantly, "I'll try it on." Lys's face lit up, and she rushed over to give Kenna the dress. Once this was done, she scurried out of the room, shouting over her shoulder: "I'll be downstairs heating up breakfast!" Kenna smiled to herself as she heaved herself out of bed and shuffled over to shut the door.
Once in complete privacy, Kenna stretched some more, then pulled the thin tanktop from the night before up and over her head. She found her brassiere neatly folded on Lys's desk, next to her other clothing. The familiar jeans and sweatshirt beckoned, promising comfort and seclusion. Kenna reached out for them, but stopped herself, shaking her head. "'But you'd look so pretty in it,'" she sang to herself. "'You'd look so pretty in it,' Kenna."
Smiling, she returned to the bed, took a deep breath, and pulled the dress over her head. The fabric was of a medium-weight, heavy enough to twirl, but light enough to float. Kenna straightened the skirt offer her hips, and examined herself in the mirror. She was dismayed to see that the dress fit snugly on her belly, but, she reassured herself, it was not extremely so, and the skirt complemented her broad hips. The upper bodice, aside from the sleeves, which left little lips on Kenna's upper arms, was entirely flattering. The top was cut low, and showed off her cleavage, and the darts in the chest pronounced this even more. Kenna did a little twirl, and the dress followed, first hugging her legs, then spreading out as she stopped, and finally swinging back and forth as it settled. She grinned. She felt pretty; Lys had been right.
Lys was pulling the cookie pizza out of the oven, having warmed it for several minutes, when she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. She looked up to see Kenna, a vision of summer loveliness, beaming at her.
"I think- I think you were right," she stammered, blushing, "about the dress, I mean." Lys responded by kissing her on the nose, then gesturing to the cookie pizza. "Breakfast is served, hon hon baguette," she said, in a remarkably terrible French accent. Kenna giggled, and accepted the chair Lys had pulled out for her. She gazed at Lys, butterflies in her tummy. Lys had not yet changed into her clothes for the day, and her hair was wadded up into a messy mass of curls, secured with a single, pink hair tie. Kenna thought she looked divine, and would have kept staring, had Lys not noticed, blushed, and offered her a piece of warm, gooey cookie. Kenna closed her eyes and drank in the scent of the cookie, before shoving the wedge into her mouth. She finished it in three bites, then reached for another. Lys ate two pieces of cookie, a quarter of the pizza, then stood up to get a glass  of milk. "You want anything?" she asked Kenna, who was on her fourth piece. Kenna swallowed. "Milk would be lovely, please and thank you!" she chimed, then returned to the cookie. When Lys sat down again, there was a single piece remaining. She set a glass of milk in front of Kenna, and one  in front of herself.
"Would you like the last piece?" Kenna asked, sporting a timid smile. "I've... uh, I've had sufficient." Lys looked at the cookie, then up at Kenna, then shook her head.
"If you don't want it, I'll wrap it up, and we can split it at lunch," she added.
Kenna's face lit up. "At lunch?" Her voice had a squeak to it, an indicator of excitement that did not escape Lys's attention, although the source of said excitement did elude her understanding.
"Yeah," Lys said slowly, elevating a single, perplexed eyebrow, "why?" Kenna looked down at her hands, her soft cheeks rosy.
"You'll sit with me at lunch?" she mumbled. Lys's heart clenched. She'd forgotten Kenna's reclusiveness; the afternoon and evening of Kenna's company so overwhelmed her. Lys got up and knelt down next to Kenna's chair. She peered up into Kenna's toffee-brown eyes, noticing their edges brimming with moisture. Lys reaches up and tucked a strand of Kenna's hair behind her ear.
"Is it ok if I sit with you at lunch? I don't want to impose," Lys whispered. Kenna blanched, her eyes filling with panic.
"No! I mean yes! I mean, I thought you wouldn't want to sit with me and I didn't know if you would get tired of me or if you-" Lys cut her off by cupping her hand under Kenna's chin. She brought her face closer, a gravely serious look spreading across her features.
"Kenna, I had such a great time with you yesterday. I've been wanting to talk to you for ages, and you finally opened up to me. I value that so much, and I'm certainly not going to toss it aside for any reason. If you'll let me sit with you at lunch, that would mean the world to me."
Kenna burst into tears. She threw her arms around Lys, clinging to the taller girl as one latches onto a ring buoy. Lys melted. She hugged Kenna tightly, stroking small circles into her back. They stood there for a long moment, until Kenna sniffles and let go. She looked up at Lys, eyes gleaming. "Thank you. God, thank you so much. I don't deserve you." She swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "You should get dressed."
Lys giggled, speechless. She kissed Kenna's forehead, then grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs.
"Come on, you can help me pick out what to wear!"
They scampered up the steps, eager to face the day ahead.