she insisted. “Oh, no! You look great.” Chia was envious of the other woman’s slender, long legs, her taut bottom and her high firm breasts. They were large, but not overly so. She had always hated her heavier curves and her breasts had never been that firm. Not ever. “I’m jealous!” she teased, only half joking. “Jealous, why in the world would you be jealous. You are so womanly. Your curves are so voluptuous. A man can tell you are a woman with one glance.” Anya thought Chia had a very fine figure. “Well, I’m envious of you both.” Miri pouted, pointing to her own slender body and smaller breasts. “I have no chest.” “Oh, bull, Miri. You are just a little bit of nothing. Your chest fits perfectly with your frame. Besides, I will just bet Ben likes you just the way you are,” Chia teased, enjoying the deep flush on her friend’s face. “Well, I bet Jahan likes you and Jamal likes Anya too.”
