Page 60 of Finding Molly Parsons

“I was… I was just thinking about that picture,” she whispered.

“Oh, um, were they good thoughts?”

“Very, I… I was about to…” Oh damn, this was difficult. Faith desperately wanted to be sexy and alluring, but she felt far from it. What in the world did Nathalie see in her?

“About to what, Faith? What were you going to do?” Nathalie’s voice was low and gravelly.

“I was going to touch myself,” Faith stuttered.

“Oh fuck,” Nathalie growled. “Are you still in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Hold on, give me two seconds.”

Faith listened. It sounded if Nathalie was running, her breaths were coming faster. Faith heard a door close and then there was a lot of rustling. “I want to do it with you,” Nathalie panted.

Faith closed her eyes and bit her lip. Yes, this was much better. “Okay,” she gasped, her excitement already building. Was that normal?

The sound of Nathalie popping a button and sliding a zip down made Faith’s heart pound. “I… I’ve never done this before.”

“That’s okay, I’ll guide you.”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“I think you would also like it if you closed your eyes and imagine that I’m there with you.”

“Yes,” Faith sighed.

“My hand is your hand, okay? Every time you touch yourself, it’s my hand,” Nathalie purred.

“What about you?” Faith asked.

“I can feel you here with me, Faith. Your hand is running over my nipple.”

Faith groaned. “Yes, I want to feel you.” Lost in their imaginary world, Faith let herself drift into pleasure, Nathalie’s voice guiding her. The first time her fingers dipped into her folds, Faith almost cried in sheer relief. The soft tones of Nathalie’s voice and moans urged her on. Nathalie told her what to do, and yet Faith didn’t feel instructed. Instead of being in her own head, worrying about the act she was performing, Faith basked in the knowledge that Nathalie was there, doing this very intimate thing with her. And, by the sounds emanating from Nathalie, she was enjoying it as much as Faith.

“I want you to rub a little harder, Faith,” Nathalie panted. Faith, happy to oblige, picked up the pace.

“Oh, oh…” Faith mumbled. There was a storm gathering in her abdomen. Electricity surged through her clit as she continued her ministrations. “Nat,” she gasped.

“Yes, that’s it Faith, feel me touching you.”

“I’m… Oh, wow. Oh…” Faith’s back arched, her head slammed into the pillow as an all-consuming force of pure pleasure unleashed itself upon every part of her body. The distant cries of Nathalie’s orgasm added wonderful background music as Faith rode her climax.

Minutes must have passed before Faith fell back to earth. Everything felt different. “Faith?” Nathalie whispered, her voice sounding awestruck.

“I’m here,” Faith replied, panting.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m wonderful,” she sighed. “Thank you, Nat.”

“It was literally my pleasure,” Nat chuckled, causing Faith to giggle.

“I can’t believe we did that,” Faith mused.

“Do you regret it?”

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