That night Cindy lay in bed, waiting to drift off to sleep.
The air around was hot and sticky. She threw the covers off her to relieve some
of the heat. Her white cotton nightgown clung to her skin. She writhed on the
bed, unable to satiate herself. I’ll
never get to sleep, it’s too hot.
The heat hanging in the air wasn’t really the problem though.
It was the heat inside her. Jake preyed on her mind. Every time she tried to
think about something else, he’d claw his way back into her thoughts. His eyes,
his hands, the way he looked at her as if she were already naked. What made her
ever agree to go out on a date with a guy like him? And why had she let him
touch her like that?
Deep down, she knew the answer. She liked it.
So what did that make her? What would her friends say if they
knew? But would he tell? Would everyone know by tomorrow morning? Would they
all be staring at her like he did? Like she was naked and…
Ugh, enough of that.
Cindy turned and flicked on the light beside her bed. If she
couldn’t sleep, at least she could read and get a head start on the book Mr.
Walsh had assigned. Dim light spread across the room, and she sat up on the
edge of the bed. Her reflection in the mirror standing across the room caught
her eye. Her blonde hair fell down around her shoulders, over her white
nightie. She walked over to the bookcase and grabbed the book, her reflection
following her. She tossed the book back on the bed and went to the mirror.
She supposed it was normal for Jake to look at her, she was
attractive enough, or so people told her. She turned, gazing up her long legs
to the hemline of her nightie. She lifted the hem slightly to get a better
look. Did she have a nice behind? She couldn’t tell. It was round and firm
looking, but she had nothing to compare it too. Facing the mirror again, she
wondered how she looked naked. She had never really looked before. The idea
excited her as much as it embarrassed her. She wanted to see how she looked.
What Jake had seen last night?
Unbuttoning her nightgown slowly, her heartbeat sped up. The
nightie fell to the floor and she stood, in her white panties and bra in front
of the mirror. Her hands grazed over her shoulders and down to her breasts.
There were small, she knew that, but she always thought they complemented her
broad, round hips nicely. Despite what fashion magazines told her, she liked
her shape. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to
the floor on top of her nightie. Her pert breasts hung beautifully on her body.
A small nipple sat, centred, ending each firm tit. She couldn’t take her eyes
off them.
Her mind went back to Jake and how he touched her. She traced
her areolas with her fingertips, almost too scared to touch them outright. It
didn’t matter; the light touch of her fingers on her skin made the heat and
tension pulse within her. Her palms grazed her nipples. She shuddered, biting
her lip. She rubbed and squeezed her breasts, savouring every flush of pleasure
that went through her.
Cindy let her hands travel down her stomach to her panties.
Fingering the soft fabric at the top, she pinched and plucked at her nipples.
She was already panting. Slowly, she slipped her hand underneath her panties.
