“Comfortable?”
A rustle of fabrics broke the peaceful silence of the bedroom as Cracky shifted her weight on the bed, rolling over to lie on her back. A soft red hue had suffused her features from just below eye level, down her cheeks and throat, spilling out onto her upper chest where the unbuttoned lapels of her blouse exposed supple skin.
“H…have you ever done this before?”
Some distance away, Faux hesitated, her own clothing half-shed and in the process of unfastening her skirt. She turned slightly to one side, keeping her front from view while turning her head to look sidelong over one shoulder at her roommate.
“Actually, no.” She gave a reassuring smile, just the slightest upward turn of her mouth. “I’m sure it’s not so difficult. I understand how, it’s just that I’ve never put it into practice before.”
Whatever further comments Cracky had on the subject were silenced as the blue haired girl turned about fully to face her, the skirt slipping down off her hips in the process to pool around her feet. The ginger’s face coloured a fresh shade of crimson as she took in the sight of the all but naked figure in front of her. Her eyes followed that figure as Faux bent to slide the last of her undergarments, a simple wisp of blue fabric, down those long, slender legs. She swallowed.
“So…h-how does it work anyway,” she asked with a false tone of curiosity as the now completely nude girl walked towards the bed with Cracky’s body firmly in her sights.
No answer was forthcoming. Faux stopped by the side of the bed and stood over her roommate, her eyes slowly wandering along the length of Cracky’s reclining form, the hint of a smile still lingering on her face. For just a moment, their eyes met and were caught, locked together, a silent pause stretching out between them.
Lips parting to speak, a gasp escaped instead, and Cracky felt the heat growing in her face, delicate fingertips reaching easily through the thin fabric of her blouse to encircle her left nipple in a sensuous embrace. A pinch, and another sharp breath swallowed her words. A gentle twist, and suddenly she was writhing in place on the bed, issuing a soft keening sound as the sensation spiked through her breast and right up to her brain.
“Well, this is a good start.”