Mack pushed her thumbs into Flora’s skin either side of her spine and swept upward towards her shoulders.

Flora gave a deep groan that reverberated all over Mack’s body, sparking all of her nerve endings and making her instantly wet. How good would it feel to make Flora come, if that was what one groan did?

“You like that?”

“Yes,” Flora said breathily.

Mack continued working on her back, her shoulders, arms, and hands, and every touch was eliciting moans and groans of what could only be described as passion. Mack was becoming hungrier. She had to stop herself from rocking her hips against Flora’s bottom as she straddled her. Flora’s bottom looked so good. It was rounded and covered in only a little pair of lacy black underwear. Then something happened. Flora tensed the muscles in her bottom and pushed up into Mack’s sex.

Mack’s clit was throbbing and demanded that she do something about it. An image of her wearing a strap-on, thrusting into Flora from behind, burned into her mind. She let a moan escape from her mouth and quickly rolled off Flora in case she thought Mack was pushing her into making this sexual. It was meant to be about building up intimacy slowly.

She lay on her side and tried to calm down a touch. Flora turned her head to look at her and said sadly, “Are you finished?”

“I didn’t want to touch you any lower in case you felt pressured.”

“I want you to touch me—I think about it all the time,” Flora said.

“You do?” Mack said.

“Every time I see you, every time you kiss me, every time you touch me. Dr. Carrson said I should explore my sexuality with someone I trust. I trust you, and I want your touch, Mack.”

Mack leaned in and kissed Flora. “You can always trust me. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Mack didn’t know how much Flora would be comfortable with, so she started slowly, dragging her fingers across her buttocks.

“I like you touching there,” Flora said.

“Yeah?” Mack slipped her hand under the silky material of her underwear and grasped her flesh.

“Oh God, yes.”

Mack smiled. She felt so privileged being able to be the first to make Flora have these feelings of want and need. She let her fingertips slip between her cheeks and grazed the lips of her sex. She noticed Flora gripping the bedcovers when she did. “That feel good?”

“Yes, take them off for me.”

She pulled the elastic of Flora’s underwear. “These?”

“Yes, please.”

Mack eased them down and off her legs. Mack’s body was demanding she thrust and come, but she was determined to make this slow, to make sure Flora was comfortable with it.

Now with the obstruction gone, Mack put her hand between Flora’s legs and cupped her sex.

“Mack…” Flora moaned.

“How does that make you feel?”