Romilda frowned. Cho’s clinical appraisal hadn’t been what she wanted or expected. “No I know you are lying,” Romilda rebutted. At least she hoped that she had been. Romilda had no idea how many other girls Cho had seen, but Romilda had thought she had a particularly nice pussy from touch to taste to scent.
Cho’s harsh words were a huge turn on. Romilda had no idea if Cho knew about her and what she liked or if had been something else. Either way, Romilda didn’t care as long as she kept doing it. “I am not a virgin,” Romilda breathed. “Do you like the idea of playing with a little slut?” She whimpered softly.
Her whimper turned into a ragged cry as her nipple was twisted again. Once more she thought she might come, but it seemed to dissipate almost immediately. She cried out in desperate frustration.
“No,” Romilda immediately begged. She chewed her bottom lip, unsure of what she should admit and what she shouldn’t. “It’s been…like this since I got here. I’ve been…touching myself whenever I could sneak away. The lessons, what we’ve been reading about, have been so hot that I needed to… I just can’t. I have no idea why!”
“Merlin, Cho,” Romilda whimpered. “Please don’t stop? Please?” She reached for the older girl, clinging to her desperately.
“Impress you how?” she whined. Romilda’s hand began to experimentally roam up and down Cho’s thigh, hoping Cho would “ask” her to please her. Romilda was nearly out of her mind with desire.