Megan slowed her pace and took her time. She loved that it was Hannah being naughty in her mind. They’d been on a fair number of dates but they had really not done anymore than a bit of heavy petting. She couldn’t help but wonder what Hannah would be like when they started to do more.
Leaving two fingers buried inside her, Megan began to stroke her clit up and down with long, firm strokes using her thumb. Her breathing was hard and fast and her eyes were pinched shut.
Megan’s hips bucked off the bed and a strangled cry escaped her as her climax crashed over her. Unlike with a partner, it didn’t take Megan to long to recover from her orgasm. Her head fell lazily to the side and her eyes fluttered open.
Someone was standing there! A short screech of freight came from her lips before she stifled it. “Hannah!” Megan gasped, her cheeks turned ten different shades of red as she looked at her friend.
“What...happened to knocking?" Megan tried to joke but she was feeling to emberassed by being caught. Merlin, how much had Hannah seen and heard?