Maria watches in fascination as Dee approaches her bed and leans over it.

She could feel Dee's hot breath wash over her as she leaned over Maria's bed.

"No..." Maria heard Dee whisper to herself. "She won't...will she?"

Dee hovered there for a moment longer, and then Maria felt a hand on the covers on her bed.

A small warm hand slid under the thin summer covers, and started as they brushed Maria's thigh.

Maria very carefully didn't respond.

When Maria's breathing didn't change, the hand became more daring and brushed against her pussy.

"That little hussy!" Dee gasped, breathless. "She's shaved!"

One delicate finger traced the folds of Maria's pussy, then pushed gently, forcing inwards.

"She's wet!" Dee whispered, pushing her finger in deeper and curling it inside.

Maria's breath caught and Dee froze.