Megan licked her lips nervously. Rolling off Hannah, she wondered if this might be a good chance to go just a little further. Watching her reaction carefully, Megan slowly moved her hand to Hannah's thigh. "Like here?" Lightly, she raked her fingers up her thigh.
Kissing her back, Megan felt better. Pushing the dark thoughts from her mind, she wanted to concentrate on Hannah.
She spent a long time teasing Hannah's thigh. When she didn't seem to resist, Megan moved her hand higher. Sure to keep Hannah's skirt under her hand, providing another barrier, she lightly ran it up to the apex of her thighs and pressed lightly. "Or here?" she asked in a sultry whisper.