My Childhood Friend

“My fingers fumbled with the dainty little buttons of her front-opening kameez. In my impatience, I ripped the kameez open down to her waist, sending buttons flying all over. As I pushed the kameez over her shoulders, the creamy expanse of her shoulders and her full breasts encased in a lacy bra were revealed for my eyes to feast on. Her deep pink aureoles were visible through the thin fabric. I got rid of the dupatta wound round her neck, then reached behind her, unclasped her bra and roughly pulled it off.”