Kenzie giggled. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. Then again, why not? She was already on the bed, all of her clothes were off and on the floor.
Marcy was kicking out of her jeans. She was also giggling.
Kenzie was fascinated by Marcy’s body and her choices. Like how her breasts were perky little bumps on her chest, with n*****s at attention, or how her pubes were shaped into a tiny triangle pointing directly at her goods.
For both being women in their early twenties, they were shaped very differently. Kenzie’s boobs walked into a room before the rest of her did, and she hated body hair. From the eyes down she was waxed and plucked.
Marcy stood at the edge of the bed. “What are you staring at?” She looked down at herself. “I trim it up that way so guys can find their way to
