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Ash bent again, and the same thing happened, and as Pen started to moan, started to move, Ash was filled with a feeling she couldn’t name, a need for something, a yearning that started in her soul and spread outward.

Pen reached up and put her hands on Ash’s hips and Ash began to buck, began to move, so Pen moved her hands down, placed a palm against Ash’s center and even through the material of her underwear Ash could feel it, could feel a pulse there and she didn’t know if it was her own or Pen’s.

“Let’s take them off, shall we?”

Ash couldn’t speak. She knelt up, stripped her knickers off, baring herself without thinking and went right back to Pen’s breasts, alternating between the two, letting her hands stray to Pen’s waist, pulling her up, devouring her.

So she didn’t see what Pen was doing, didn’t see her hands moving. But she certainly felt them.

For a millisecond, she paused, froze really, as Pen’s fingers dipped straight into her wetness, dragging it up and out of her, until those same fingers pressed against her, lubricated, wet and slippery.

Then Pen moaned again and Ash lost herself. Her hips moved against Pen’s hand and her lips and tongue and teeth scrapedagainst Pen’s nipples and Pen was moaning and breathing and Ash was moaning and breathing and she truly thought that she might explode until…

A brief second of silence and stillness…

Then like a thousand fireworks she was off, nerves firing and sensations sparking and her breath god-know-where and… and… and Pen, all around her, in her and on her and under her and everywhere.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Pen said, cradling her, stroking her hair. “Get your breath, it’s alright, my love.”

Ash’s heart was still hammering as she looked up. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” asked Pen, giggling. “That was only maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s not supposed to be longer?” Ash asked anxiously.

“You’re not a man,” said Pen. “And we are far from done.”

“I thought I was going to, um, you know, take care of you first and then… I got carried away.”

“In the sexiest sense,” Pen said. “And any time you’re ready for that taking care of me part, I’m game.”

“You are?” Ash asked, starting to grin. Her hand was on Pen’s generous stomach and she began to slide it down, reaching the waistband of Pen’s knickers before looking up to find her biting her lip. “You’re not going to last any longer than I did, are you?”

“No,” sighed Pen, mouth widening into a smile.

Ash started to feel warm again as she slid her hand into Pen’s knickers, feeling the wet warmth of her and hearing Pen sigh again in her ear.

“I DON’T WANT to talk about this if you’re not comfortable with it,” Pen said, her head on Ash’s chest. “But, um, this?” She stroked Ash’s tank top. “I completely understand not wanting to take this off, but if you’re interested, you know there are binders,right? They’ll keep everything flat and hidden but you’ll be able to get a little more skin-on-skin contact.”

Ash frowned. “Binders? For… oh, you mean, right, yeah, okay.” She swallowed. “Um, that’s not really the problem. It’s just…”

“You’re shy?” Pen asked, lifting her head up. “I get that. I’m not exactly a super-model myself.”

“Stick thin isn’t sexy to me,” Ash said, feeling offended on Pen’s behalf.

“Psh, you know what I mean. I’m a big girl, Ash, and I’m not ashamed of it. In fact, I dress to flaunt it. I’m comfortable in my skin, but it took me a long time to get there. A lot of crash dieting and feeling bad about myself.”

“So what changed?” Ash asked, stroking the soft skin of Pen’s back.

“I decided not to feel bad about myself,” Pen said simply. She snuggled back into Ash’s chest. Ash pushed her away. “What?” She looked shocked.

Ash sat up and pulled off her tank before lying back down again naked.

Pen snuggled again, this time their skin touching, warmth on warmth.

“You know, there’s only one problem with this,” Pen said.

“Mmm, what’s that?” Ash was starting to feel pleasantly drowsy.