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“God, I love how you always have the best surprise for me under there,” Taylor said as she traced the lace of the bra with her fingertip.

Avery watched the movement of her finger with a smile on her face.

“I wasn’t sure if you cared about lingerie. It’s good to know that you do.”

Taylor sat back so she could savor Avery in that bra.

“Why, because mine is always so boring? I don’t care about it on myself, but I love it on you.”

She moved her fingers up and over and all around Avery’sbreasts in that bra, tracing the lace and making circles around her nipples until Avery shivered.

“Oh, do you want me to take this off of you?” she asked innocently.

Avery glared at her.

“You said you were going to take it off of me five minutes ago!”

Taylor reached around her to unhook it.

“Mmm, does that mean you didn’t enjoy the last five minutes?”

Avery reached out and pinched her nipple softly, and Taylor felt a jolt of pleasure.

“What do you think?”

Taylor’s eyebrows went up.

“I think you liked that a lot. Let’s see what else you like.” She took both of Avery’s nipples between her fingers as Avery watched her. Avery’s eyes were wide, her lips were pink, her mouth was slightly open. Taylor pinched them, one after the other, like Avery had done to her…well, maybe just a little harder, but nottoohard. Avery gasped, then giggled, then closed her eyes in pleasure.

“Mmm, you like that, too, don’t you? I thought that you would. I like it, too. It’s fun to pinch, just a little, to bite, just a bit.” She demonstrated as she talked. “What do you think?”

Avery’s cheeks were pink, and she didn’t quite make eye contact with Taylor.

“I, um, think—”

Taylor stopped. Waited. She didn’t want to rush Avery, either way.

Finally, she looked at Taylor.

“I, um, I do like it.”

Oh. Avery wasn’t scared to tell her she didn’t like it. She was embarrassed to tell her that she did.

Taylor moved her hand to Avery’s cheek.

“If you don’t want to talk about this—to talk like this—we don’t have to. You don’t have to like it, just because I do.”

Avery kept her eyes on Taylor’s.

“I do, too. I’m just…nervous about it. That I’ll sound stupid, or something. But I don’t want to not do it because of that.”

Taylor felt a wave of affection for her. For how scared and confident and shy and sweet and assertive she was. She kissed Avery softly on the lips.

“My God, you’re so sexy. I can’t get over it.”

Avery kissed her back.

“You told me that at our first flirting lesson. And I didn’t believe you then, I thought you were just saying it, trying to raise my confidence a little.”