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wearing skimpy clothing and even lingerie at times to pass
around trays of drinks could be counted as sexual experience.
Or maybe it was more of an objectifying experience.
She’d touched herself in the past. She’d even used two
fingers, pushing them deep sometimes. She’d never felt any
pain or experienced any bleeding, so she wasn’t sure if she
ever had a hymen or if it had broken. Cassia didn’t think
Adalynn could do anything that would tell her, at least
physically, that she was still a virgin. She’d said as much, but
Adalynn had asked if she was joking, and she’d been vague
about it because she was embarrassed, and scared Adalynn
wouldn’t do this with her if she knew she’d never had a real
sexual partner before.
Adalynn inserted her finger in all the way and Cassia
gasped. She stopped wondering or caring about her lack of
experience and gave herself over to what she craved, which
was Adalynn’s touch. As she dragged her finger in and out of
Cassia’s tight channel, filling her slowly over and over, she
brushed the pad of her thumb over her tight, hard clit.
Every fiber of Cassia’s body wanted more. She was filled
with a restless energy, a coiling deep inside her, building to
what she knew would be a spectacular climax, just like the one
Adalynn had given her in Vegas. She knew because she hadn’t
stopped thinking about it. She was already panting, even
though Adalynn was still just dragging her finger out slowly
and thrusting back in with tantalizing precision. That slow
friction was enough to build a heady ache inside Cassia, a wall
of pleasure she was going to come up against.
She wanted Adalynn’s touch and Adalynn gave it to her.
She leaned in as she started to finger Cassia more quickly,
