"Mills, Ray - Making The Bride's Maid" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mills Ray)

And just what do you mean, like that? she asked herself. But Randi
could see that she was not exactly the only one who was struck by the
moment. She suddenly realized that the weak light from the refrigerator
was behind her, illuminating the curves of her own body through the
filmy fabric of her nightie.

Rick, naturally, was looking. Quickly, she closed the door. Now they
were in the dark.

"God, I've got to mop this up," Randi said.

"Here, I'll help," Rick murmured. "I didn't mean to make you spill it.
I was just so hot. I thought I'd come in and get a glass for myself.
Then, when I saw you-"

"Oh, I know," Randi said. "It's nothing. I'll clean it up."

She had grown up in the house, so she found her way to the kitchen
towels easily. On the way back to the refrigerator, she bumped into
Rick in the dark.

"Oh! Excuse me," she said.

But she didn't pull back. Her arm brushed his naked chest. She could
feel his breath on her neck. Finally Randi moved back away from him.
But she could feel her pulse racing unexpectedly.

She bent down and mopped up the puddle. When she stood up again, he was
right there beside her. It was dark, but their faces were just inches
away from each other.

"Randi, would you pour a glass for me?" Rick asked in a strange-
sounding voice.

"You-could do it for yourself," she said nervously.

"What would you say if I told you I like to see the light shine through
your nightgown?" he whispered.

"I don't know. Do you?"

"Yes!"

Suddenly she felt his hand on her face. He tilted her mouth up to his
and his lips crushed down on hers. His tongue was inside her mouth
before Randi even knew it, searching and probing.

His hands were up inside her flimsy nightie too. They found her firm
young naked tits and squeezed them eagerly. His fingers pinched her