She disappeared from sight heading upstairs, giving me a great look at her ass.
That night I had some kind of dream a out Miley, and I woke up hard. I couldn't remember the dream, but I had a desire to see her in bed again, topless at least. I though about it a lot, before I finally fell asleep again.
In the morning, I visited Miley's room before my jog. The light would be a little better after my jog, but I'd be all sweaty and she'd smell me, and after a shower might be too late.
As I'd hoped, Miley's door was open. And this time she was sleeping on her back. I stared at her beautiful breasts for a long time. Maybe too long, before I backed out and went on my jog.
I couldn't stop thinking about Miley's breasts. As I jogged, Miley was jogging beside me, her breasts bouncing as we jogged. When I got back, I planned on taking a really hot shower, soaping up my half hard cock, and jerking it off.
But before I could go upstairs to my bathroom, Miley again came out of the kitchen. This time she had on a man's ribbed A-shirt, no bra, and a pair of panties. Her hair was wet. I guessed she'd just come out of the shower.
This time, she noticed me.
"Oh, hey, I thought I was all alone," Miley said, though she didn't sound the least bit embarrassed to be seen in her underwear.
"No, just me," I assured her. "Everyone else left for Christmas Break."
"Cool."
I just stood there for a while, not sure what to say. Miley also stood there, cool as a cucumber, staring at me.
"Yeah, cool," was all I finally said.