And the front was almost as bad. The neckline plunged between her breasts in a deep vee, and she shifted, trying to keep her boobs covered.
“Stop that,” Lauren scolded.
She covered her chest with her hands. “I can’t show up at Derrick’s house wearing this! He’ll think I’m…some sort of…of…”
Her sister’s voice was calm. “He’ll think that you’re a woman who is confident enough of her own beauty that she isn’t worried about showing off.” Gentle hands pried her hands away from her chest, and smoothed down the dress, erasing tiny wrinkles.
“At least let me put a bra on.”
“Nope.” Her smile was wide and wicked. “You can’t wear a bra with this dress. The straps will show.”
“But he’ll see my n*****s! And…and they’re all hard and pointy!” She scowled down at her chest. Every motion of her body
