Chapter 10

Mandy tossed her shirt aside and turned around but didn’t get on the bed. Cindy smiled nervously. Nobody had seen her naked other than her husband, and he was banging a woman Mandy’s age. She stared at Mandy while leaning side-to-side, inching her nightshirt out from under her butt.

Cindy knew Mandy was twenty-three and had a great body, but she hadn’t expected that. The medium-height Puerto Rican was the sexiest thing Cindy had ever seen. Her peach-sized breasts were high and firm. The large, plump circles were a delicious shade of cocoa. Their centers were stiff, poking out like pencil erasers. Inadvertently, Cindy’s lips puckered. What would another woman’s nipple feel like in her mouth?

Mandy’s stomach was flat with the evidence of ripped abs, waiting below her smooth, creamy skin. Cindy looked from the wide, shallow belly button to the well-defined grooves that acted as a guide, pointing at the cushion of flesh piled above the elicit knob of her pubic bone.

A strip of curly, charcoal-colored hair lined up with the slit that divided the girl’s pussy lips. Cindy couldn’t pull her eyes away. Her pussy meat had once been that compact and tightly sealed, hidden between her legs.

“There is no reason to be nervous or embarrassed.” Mandy reached for Cindy’s hand. “Let me help you with that.” She tugged, and Cindy complied, rising to her feet. Mandy’s dark eyes were focused on Cindy’s. In a thick voice, Mandy said, “Let’s get rid of this.” She lifted the nightshirt and Cindy’s arms rose.