“That’s good,” Megan replied. “I’d have to do something bad to you if you didn’t put me at the top of the list!” she added ominously but clearly joking. Maybe it was the firewhiskey, maybe it was the mention of Claire being a great boyfriend but it made Megan wonder why they had never…been more than friends?
What was it about? What was the difference between love and being in love? Was it just letting yourself fall?
The thoughts made her feel a little guilty but she buried her guilt. She didn’t want to think about it…
Megan loved Claire struggling to get into her pants. It was always much sexier when there was a bit of a struggle!
She was anxious to see Claire’s fingers and grinned when she finally did. “Oooh,” she cooed suggestively. “You might be more turned on than I am…”
Megan had an evil idea. First, she held up her fingers right next to Claire’s as if to compare. Slowly, her fingers crept closer to Claire’s. She touched their wet fingers together. She moaned softly as the sensation of their arousal tingled her fingertips.
She looked up at Claire with questioning but encouragement too. They shouldn’t be doing this, it was against the rules. But…this was Claire. It was different, right? It’s not like she would tell or that it wasn’t something that had happened many, many times before.