Chit chat

Juditta called this morning. Nothing major, just a catch-up over coffee, she said—girl talk. When the door swung open, though, she stood there in nothing but a sheer black lace set. The kind of lingerie that hides everything and nothing at the same time. My throat tightened. One glance at the way the fabric barely cupped her tits and my stomach dropped. We both knew what this was. I stepped inside, already wet.