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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,