SHARDS OF THE PAST
A few months after her graduation, Cindy left her college behind, with all the bad memories. She sold or gave away all that she didn't want. She just wanted to get to New York City, to be with her sister: Sandy had told her that they had plenty of room. She had moved to New York a few years prior to live with their cousin Shanda.
They were both tall, blonde, and curvy, they looked glamorous to her. Sandy was five years older than Cindy. Cindy was the petite version of her. At 5' 8", Sandy had 'legs for days', she started modeling when she was 22.
She had those prominent, full lips. Sky blue eyes and a slim nose sat on a round face with high cheek-bones. Her light blonde hair was cut to just below her jaw line. When she curled it, she resembled Marilyn Monroe.
Cindy was greeted warmly by them. They shared a group hug in their lobby. Sandy shared a penthouse with Shanda, their cousin. Shanda gave her a kiss on the lips, which surprised her. She had not seen Shanda in over 5 years. She was getting lines on her face, but she was still a stunning beauty, with a voluptuous body.
They took the elevator upstairs. When they walked through the front door, Cindy was amazed. The place was bigger than her childhood home. Opulent and well decorated, with rich red, brown and cream colors. There was a big living room, with an immaculate kitchen with the newest appliances by the dining room. It had a beautiful oak dining table that seated 12 that sat in front of the big picture windows that overlooked the city.
Sandy walked her down the main hallway to her room. She was overjoyed with how nice it was, it was fully furnished with a plush carpet. She even had her own bathroom.
"Thank you so much for inviting me." Cindy beamed at her sister. "I love this room!"
"You're very welcome." Sandy smiled back. "After everything you've been through, it's the least I could do."
Shanda walked in. "I don't mean to interrupt, but Cindy your boxes are here."
"Ohh OK, umm, just tell them to bring them in here Shanda." Cindy said.
Shanda had hired a couple of young men to bring her stuff upstairs. They left her boxes in the corner of her spacious room. The handsome one smiled at Cindy as he left. Cindy started unpacking her clothes and put them in her new dressers.
After a while, she was called to dinner. The lobster and salad was amazing, and the expensive wine made her tired. She got up from the cushy chair that sat alongside the couches near the fireplace.
"Thank you for everything, again. But I am tired. It's been a long drive, so I'm gonna go to bed."
Shanda got up and gave her a big hug. "Welcome to New York Honey." She kissed her on her forehead and looked into her eyes. "Go get some sleep."
"OK, thank you. I will. Good night Sandy."
"Goodnight sweetie." Sandy raised her glass to her and smiled.
Cindy deeply admired her sister's beauty. She would always turn heads, causing jealous girlfriends when they caught their boyfriend's staring. She had the ideal 'renaissance period' body. Like a master sculptor had chiseled her in his wet dreams. Her thick thighs curved up into a wide bottom. Her natural 38DD breasts had a sensual roundness to them. They rested above her flat stomach. She worked out hard, and it showed.
Cindy walked back to her spacious new room and she decided to strip. There was a full-length mirror on the wall, so she looked herself over. She had started running every day a year ago. She had lost some fat, and was nice and toned now. Her athletic legs and tight, round butt was the result of a lot of squats in the gym.
She looked at her nipples. Puffy and shaped like small funnels, they were highly sensitive and protruded off her firm 36D breasts. They always looked like they were going to burst out, she had finally become comfortable with her body after all her struggles. She had been shamed a lot when she was younger.
Catholic schools are the fucking worst, she thought. The teachers were so mean to her, most of the other kids teased her and shunned her. She often sat alone at home and sobbed quietly. Her mother was a bitter and verbally abusive widow. Cindy had cut herself a few times, it helped to stop the pain. But the hurt always came back.
She breathed in deeply, bringing herself back to the mirror. Her hands roamed down to her stomach, and she slid her fingers over her trimmed pubic hairs. They were light blonde, and tickled her fingers. Her phone beeped, breaking her focus. She reached for her purse, digging for her phone. Then her blue vibrator fell out, she had forgotten about it.
She checked her messages and put her phone on silent. She put it down, and picked up her vibrator. It was small, but the motor was powerful. She turned it on, feeling the smooth tip. It was slightly curved and soft. She pressed it to her left nipple, pinching the other with her free hand. She circled it on her nipple, her pussy lips began to drip. After a few minutes, she moved it down to her clit. Her clit was super sensitive, as blood swelled her genitals. She slid the vibrator into her wetness, she started to shake.
She came with a series of low moans, her body tensing up. She pushed up on the balls of her heels, her whole body surrendering to the powerful impulse. She gripped the dresser to steady herself as her eyes rolled back. "Ahhhh, fuuuck, yesss....mmmmm." More orgasms came quickly, as she cried out.
Her thick juices were running down her leg, and she hoped no one had heard her. She went to the bed and laid down, still fondling her large breasts. She loved touching herself. She flopped onto her bed and watched herself in the mirror, caressing her pussy. She tasted herself with her fingers, it was intoxicating. Then she made circles on her wet clit, and started frantically finger fucking herself.
She didn't know, but she had forgotten to ensure her door was completely closed. Her door was cracked. After a few minutes, she laid on her bed relaxing in post orgasmic bliss.
Then more pleasant memories came back. She then remembered Mindy, Mindy's family moved in when she was 16. They met at school and became fast friends, Mindy was very sincere towards her and always showed her kindness. One day, she told off a group of students that were bullying Cindy. Cindy almost burst into tears because she was so touched by her compassion. They did everything together, those were the happiest days of Cindy's life.
A few years later, Cindy was 18 and in her Senior year of high school with Mindy. The morning after Mindy's 18th birthday, Cindy awoke next to her. They kissed each other and Cindy felt a tingling all over her body. They laid next to each other for a few minutes in a tight embrace. Then Mindy's mom called them to breakfast, but Cindy couldn't stop thinking about their kiss as she ate her pancakes.
After that day, every time she saw Mindy, she couldn't stop looking at her body. Mindy was a bit taller than her at 5' 7", puberty had been kind to her. She was thin like Cindy, but her breasts were bigger. When she wore a T- shirt in the summer, they looked ready to pop out. She was always nervous that Mindy would catch her lusting after her.
A few weeks later, they graduated. And they had a lot of time together, she felt her feelings for Mindy blossoming into something deeper than friendship.
