She starts unbuttoning the silky thing. Lime-green with gold stars. It’s supposed to be a piece of clothing, but it reminds me of gift wrap paper instead. I place my hands on her waist, then slide them up her ribcage to her green lace bra.
“Where do you find these things, Sienna?”
“In stores.” She throws the blouse to the floor and unclasps the bra, releasing her firm, mouthwatering breasts.
I squeeze them in my palms and watch as she sucks in a breath. “Are you wearing matching panties?”
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you check?”
I brush my palms down her chest and stomach and grab the elastic waistband of her skirt. It’s gauzy like a ballet tutu, but gold, the color matching the stars on her shirt. With as much care as my big hands allow, I pull it up and over her head.
“Green, as
