Just a girl

She’s just an ordinary girl in low-rise jeans and a plain top, nothing extra to advertise herself. Sandals slap lightly against bare heels as she steps inside. The afternoon light finds her face, and suddenly nothing about her looks ordinary at all. Cameron sinks onto the couch, toes flexing free of the thin straps, arches stretching. One foot lifts, sole smooth and pink, toes curling as she studies the fine lines across it. Fingers trail up her calf, slow, almost absentminded. Her hand drifts higher, brushing the denim where it clings to her thighs, then slips beneath the waistband. She leans back, hips tilting, breath deepening. One sandal dangles from her toes before it drops to the floor; the other follows. Naked soles press together, rubbing, while her hand works inside her jeans, knuckles rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, and lets the small sounds she makes fill the quiet room.