Carys stopped. “Do you want me to go down on you or use a vibrator? A strap-on? Dildo? What are you in the mood for?”

Greta blinked. “It all sounds great. Any of it? Sounds great.”

“I really want to do what would turn you on,” Carys said.

“What if I don’t…exactly know what would turn me on?” Greta bit out.

Mortification flooded her. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting to feel Carys pull away. To see Carys’ scornful expression.

“Hey.”

Carys lay back down beside her, and Greta opened her eyes a slit. Carys didn’t look scornful or horrified.

“It’s okay. Do you want to stop?”

“No!” Greta grabbed her arm. “No, definitely not. I just…I’m bad at deciding. Can you just decide?”

Carys said, “Do you mean you get off on being told what to do?”

Greta thought about that. Maybe she should just say yes? But Carys was being so sincere with her, she couldn’t bear to ruin it.

“No.”

Carys smiled. “Okay, how about I propose something and you tell me what you think?”

“That’s perfect,” Greta said with relief.

“Okay.” Carys reached over the side of the bed and fumbled with the drawer of her nightstand. She came up with a Magic Wand, plugged in and ready to go. “What if I take my clothes off—”

“Yes, please,” Greta said enthusiastically.

Carys grinned. “And lie on the bed. And use this on myself. And you lie on top of me so you can reach it too?”

Greta blinked, lust-addled. “Uh-huh.”

This time, Carys’ smile was sweet and appreciative. She slid her skirt down her thighs, revealing bright red underwear with crisscrossing bands that reached to her waist. They were incredibly hot.

“Damn,” Greta said.

Carys raised an eyebrow seductively, then grinned. “I hoped this might happen, so I was prepared.”

Greta stripped off her own totally unsexy underwear, and Carys’ gaze was magnetized between her legs.

“Can I touch you?”

Greta nodded and Carys swept a finger over her clit. Stars burst all over Greta’s body, and she pressed closer to Carys.

“Can I help?” She gestured to Carys’ underwear.

“I’m gonna leave them on.”

It was only then that Greta even thought about safety, and she felt silly and grateful.

“Good. They’re really hot,” she said, and Carys smiled.

“Get over here,” Carys said. She spread her gorgeous fat thighs, and Greta knelt between them.

Greta had seen Magic Wands online, and her friend Ramona swore by them, but she’d never used one. When Carys clicked the button and it roared to life, Greta’s eyes went wide.

Carys spread herself open inside her underwear and guided the vibrator to her clit. Her body jerked when she made contact, and her eyes fluttered closed.

Greta watched, mesmerized, as Carys pleasured herself. Color rose in her cheeks and her nipples hardened. She was utterly gorgeous.