Maya knocked on the door. She hadn't taken the key with her, and since Asha and she were new to the city, they had to be cautious. Her knuckles softly rapped twice against the wood. The hallway remained quiet around us as we waited.
"Coming," a soft voice came from inside. Light footsteps approached from the other side of the door.
Soon, the door opened.
It was Asha, looking sweet and innocent just like she had been at the beach house. She was wearing a soft white salwar pants with thin fabric that clung to her curves. My god, she had grown thick.
I kept staring at her thighs, which were struggling to be contained by the tight salwar. Soft, full flesh pressed against the thin white material with every small shift of her weight. On top she was wearing a normal T-shirt, and her boobs had grown in size too, I could feel it just from an instant.
The soft cotton stretched across the heavier swell of her chest, the shape of her breasts clear beneath the fabric.
