Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

We came back from shopping that afternoon and I asked her outright—did she ever touch herself? Adrianna shook her head, soft blush creeping up her cheeks. She’d never tried, didn’t know where to begin. I live for that first slow slide of fingers over slick heat, so the thought of her going without felt wrong. I stepped closer, took her wrist, and pressed her palm against my breast so she could feel how quick my heart was beating. Then I guided those same fingers down between my legs, letting her feel the warmth, the wet lace of my panties. "Start here," I whispered. I held her hand, moved it in slow circles, let her watch how my hips tipped forward on instinct. When she finally tried it herself her lips parted, her breath caught, and I watched something new wake in her eyes. She didn’t stop. Neither did I.