Page 32 of Prayer of the Damned

“So you want me to…” She points at my crotch.

“Oh, no! I meant to ask you to sneak me out of campus and into town, to buy a sex toy that can break my hymen.”

Valentina tries to process my proposal, and finally bursts into laughter. “You’re completely insane, you know that?” She reaches under her mattress. “We don’t need to sneak out, I can lend you George.”

“George?”

“George.” She pulls out an intimidating pink vibrator from under the mattress, and smiles with satisfaction. “I named it after George Clooney.”

“Oh myGod,” I call out, covering my mouth.

“What a coincidence, that’s exactly what I say every time he treats me right.” She laughs, and I join her. “Don’t worry, I keep it clean. But it doesn’t really matter, it’s not like we’d die of infection, right?” She winks, and my face contorts with disgust.

“You think it’ll work?”

“It’s the same as a real dick, sometimes even better, trust me. No reason it won’t.” She shrugs. “Need a hand?”

“Oh, no!” I hurriedly cover my face as it burns with embarrassment.

“Relax, it’s no big deal, everyone does it.” She tries to pull my hand away so I won’t hide from her. “Besides, every girl needs a lesbian experience in college, so it might as well be with someone you feel comfortable with, don’t you think? You can’t just shove it in, you’ll be traumatized, sis. Let yourself have some fun.”

I study her face. Is she serious? Her words don’t sound all that detached from reality, but there’s a reason I need to do this, and Libretto’s warning echoes in my mind. Who knows if my plan would even work? Any attempt to injure me has failed, and I wonder if my hymen can even tear.

I could end up a virgin for the rest of eternity. I feel a moment of queasiness as I consider the possibility that it might turn out to be true. Fuck.

“H-have you done this before?” I feel my neck go red with embarrassment.

“I’ve experimented with both sexes,” she smiles, and I don’t know if her revelation shocks me or makes me curious.

“I’d rather do it alone,” I finally admit. “But I’d appreciate some guidance.” Maybe I really do need to get in the zone, enjoy myself a bit. Damn, I’m terrified of it.

“Trust me.” Valentina’s eyes light up and she reaches for my towel. I hold my breath and decide to let her lead. It’s like I’m walking in absolute darkness, feeling like I need a guiding hand.

The whole deal doesn’t seem at all foreign to Valentina. If anyone knows what she’s doing, it’s probably her. All I need to do is breathe and just let go. To be free.

Valentina undoes my towel and lets it slip off my body. I feel uncomfortable because my body’s nothing like her hot figure. Itry to cover it with my hands, but she stops me. “You need to feel comfortable with your body, Belle, every female body is a unique work of art by Mother Nature. Each different and special, and I promise you there isn’t a man who’ll shy away from you when you stand in front of him, naked, and offer yourself.”Okay.I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Have you touched yourself before, to explore what you like?” Her voice is low and rough, and I shake my head. “I guess we’ll find out together.” She runs her delicate hand from my cheek to my jawline, stopping under my ear. I hold my breath, expecting her next move. “Personally, I really love it when I’m kissed here.” Her finger passes over my skin and I close my eyes, trying to give myself over to her touch. “Can I kiss you here, Belle?” she asks, and I nod too quickly, like a girl nodding when offered a piece of candy.

Valentina leans in and runs her full lips over my neck, and I feel a sharp pulse between my legs. Fuck, this is turning me on. She places slow, wet kisses on my skin, and blows into my ear. I ignore her cold breath. Something between a grunt and a moan slips through my lips, and it apparently encourages her to keep going. She caresses my hair and pulls it to tilt my head, giving her more convenient access.

Her lips are doing an excellent job, I feel them like ice on my hot skin and wonder if we’re all meant to be so frozen forever. I never understood until just this moment – and for a change, I’m sane – that it’s not just that our bodies are frozen in time, they’re cold as ice, literally. Someday I’ll complete the change and embrace the cold too, like Valentina.

Valentina reaches out her other hand and places it on my chest. She runs her manicured nails across my skin and cups my small breast. Her roughness makes me growl, and when she rolls my nipple in her hand I let go of the inhibitions I’d been tightly holding onto until then. I clutch the sheets in my handbut it’s not enough, I have to keep my hands busy. I reach for Valentina’s body and rip the top of her dress clean off.

Valentina’s lips pull away from me, and she stares at me, her mouth agape. Her breasts are incredible. She’s my age but she’s a real woman. She’s wearing a black lace bra and I can see her stiff pink nipples through them. She said no man would refuse a naked woman, but I have a feeling any man would prostrate himself at her feet if he saw the sight revealed to my eyes. Man or woman, Valentina is stunning to all, I have no doubt about that.

The surprise on her face is plain, but she doesn’t let that stop her and she presses a kiss to my lips. This kiss is nothing like the kiss I shared with Liam or Trent. Valentina’s tongue is smaller, less aggressive, and she uses much less saliva. She may be gentler, but her kiss fires a spurt of lava directly into my gut, and agonizing pain in between my legs.

Damn, it’s turning me on so much and suddenly all I’m thinking is that my sexual preferences are thrown into question.

I press my legs together and Valentina picks up on my torment. She pulls her hand from my breast and sends it between my legs.

“Fuck, Belle, you’re totally wet,” she whispers, lightly biting my lower lip.

Oh God, it’s too much! She massages my needy clit and I tighten my grip on her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She’s delicious, so delicious and I lose myself in her.

Our tongues circle each other in a seductive dance, and my hands caress all of her. Her skin is cold, but smooth and delicate, and I have to hold back to avoid hurting her in the sensual frenzy that’s completely overtaken me. Her fingers move in circles over my clit, and she picks up the pace the more I deepen the kiss.

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