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Lin’s lips parted. She could feel her own heat every time she pressed forward against Celia’s thigh, and her whole breast was starting to tingle. She curled her fingers, drawing her short nails upward to make Celia shiver, and grinned when she got the result. Celia would know she was stalling, thinking, but with such a nice distraction, she doubted she’d mind. “Mmm. I guess I’ve always been curious, a little. But by the time I was at a point where I could do anything about it, it was like…where do I start? I don’t know how to flirt with a guy, and all the ones I already know expect me to not be interested, and…” She hesitated, but Celia worked her black cotton panties aside, gliding bare touch along her smooth folds, drawing the confession from her lips. “And the porn I’ve read makes it all sound so, well, unpleasant.”

Celia laughed softly in Lin’s ear, following the sound with a suckling kiss at her lobe. “Unpleasant how?” Celia nudged her onto her back, fingers taking over where the pressure of the thigh left off.

Lin took a slow breath, fighting for her train of thought while a fingertip teased her own wetness up and around her clit. Her fingers closed on Celia’s breast again, rolling the nipple until it was as hard as her own. “Mm. My roommate had this book… It was so extreme it wasn’t even hot. All these men hung so huge they could barely fit inside, coming copious bucket-loads…” She trailed off for a moment, distracted by the building ache in her breast. “Mm. I don’t know how much of that was true and how much was just male fantasy fulfillment, but it left me less than interested in finding out.”

“It’s really not like that at all.” Celia trailed lazily up and down Lin’s slit, a smooth rub that parted her glossy labia. “It feels thick…” One finger eased inside the snug heat of her sex, then disappeared only to make way for two a moment later. “And full… And hot.” Lin’s back arched and she let out a slow sigh. Celia turned her wrist, the slick sounds of Lin’s arousal accompanying the smooth thrusts of her fingers now. Celia knew her well enough not to draw attention to the way the conversation was heating her up, and Lin was grateful.

“I would. Just once. Just to see,” Lin breathed. Her hips rose to meet each plunge of fingers. “I’d never be able to look the guy in the eye, after…” Celia’s thumb finally brushed her clit, and Lin’s lips parted in a breathless gasp that melted to a teasing grin at the scene playing out in her mind. “Maybe I’d let you watch.”

Celia rewarded her with a sultry laugh and a passionate kiss. Her fingers curled to flutter against that perfect spot inside while the heel of her hand gave Lin a firm surface to grind against. Lin gave herself over to the tingling wave washing through her sex, suckling with needy pulls at Celia’s tongue as her body bucked and writhed. She came with a burst of stars behind her eyes. When she eventually fell asleep, it was with Celia’s hand still curled possessively over her slippery folds and her thighs closed just as possessively around it.





Friday was date night, and they often surprised each other in little ways. Making reservations here or there, or securing tickets to a show. “It’s my turn this week,” Celia had announced as she poured Wednesday’s morning coffee.

The box waiting for Lin on the bed when she got home on Friday was new: white and plain, tied with an oversized black satin bow. Inside, she found white tissue paper patterned in gold print. Inside the folds of paper, she found something almost as gauzy.

The smooth glide of silk across her skin was Lin’s guilty pleasure—one of them, anyway. Black lace highlighted slinky charcoal gray silk, barely long enough for decency. Built-in garters dangled from the hem, ready to attach to the shimmery lace-topped stockings folded below. The matching panties were strangely designed, almost shaped like a—no. They’re crotch-less, she realized, and the resultant tingle zipped straight down her spine to settle in behind her clit.

She swallowed hard, carefully stripped out of her suit, and wriggled into the silk. She slid the panties up her hips and adjusted the lace to frame her bare folds, rolled the stockings up her smooth, waxed legs and fastened the garters to pull the gown sleek and taut. She turned before the mirror a couple of times, surveying her front and then turning and peering over her shoulder at her back. The taut curves of her ass peeked out in a deliciously indecent way, framed perfectly by decadent lace trim. She padded back to the bed to put the box aside and noticed one more piece of the ensemble resting in the bottom.