A smile broke across Casey's lips. She tantalized Zahra, removing her top slowly, inch by inch, then dropping the hem down a little like she'd changed her mind.

Zahra's pussy throbbed to see under Casey's top, though she had to ask herself what she was drooling for. Hell, she'd seen that same pair of tits thirty seconds ago. But, shit, Casey was taking a long time getting that top off, and every moment built the urge.

Finally, her top fell to the floor. Her white skin was ghostly in the moonlight, warmed a little by the glow of candles all around. Zahra couldn't resist any longer. So what if Casey was dating some dude? Zahra had to have her, and she knew the girl wouldn't say no. After tonight, Casey would never go back to guys.

Grabbing Casey's nipples and twisting, Zahra drew her in. When she winced Zahra asked, "Does that hurt?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like it?"

Casey blushed as she admitted, "Yeah."