Santana watched as Brittney moaned and squirmed. It gave her a charge that she didn't expect when it made her feel proud and excited and good. Normally, she was unabashedly self absorbed. She didn't often care about other people being happy or feeling good…
What did that mean? How was Brittney different?
She is your BFF. Don't worry about it. She told herself that and made herself not think about it anymore.
Though it was awkward, she kept rubbing Brittney's clit with one had and began to mover her finger in and out. She started slow but it got quicker and quicker as the minutes ticked by.