Initiating Ida

Ida’s shy as hell. We figured a girls’ night might wake her up. Wendy cracked open some dirty stories, and the first page made Ida’s cheeks burn red. She kept listening, though. Her breathing got short, her legs pressed tight together. Wendy kept reading, voice low and slow. Ida’s nipples pushed against her thin top, and a soft sound slipped out before she could catch it. She wasn’t hiding her excitement anymore; she was riding it. Wendy turned the page and Ida leaned closer, hungry for the next filthy line.