“Were you going to?” Dana asked, seriously wanting to know now.
“You didn’t think I would?”
Samara’s hands went to Dana’s back.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be ready for that. We didn’t exactly plan this, Sam.”
“Call me Sam again,” Samara said with a smile. “I like that.”
“I thought you liked Mara.”
“Both are fine, but I like it whenyoucall me Sam,” Samara replied.
“I wasn’t sure if you were ready for that,Sam,” she said.
“I am.” Samara smiled up at her. “And I want to. So, are you going to get dressed and go, or stay and see if I can figure out what I’m doing?” She laughed a self-deprecating laugh.
Dana recognized it as a moment of vulnerability on display and took Samara’s hand.
“I can show you if you want,” she offered.
“I–” Samara stopped. “Yeah.”
Dana moved Samara’s hand between her own legs, held it there as she spread her legs a little, and watched the muscles in Samara’s neck move as she swallowed.
“So, I like long, slow strokes to start.”
“Is that how you… touch yourself?”
“Yes. I like the buildup,” she replied. “And I like circles after that. Still slow, but in circles.”
“Okay,” Samara said.
Her fingers began to move on their own, so Dana let go of her hand and closed her eyes. Samara stroked her in those long, slow strokes she loved so much.
“Do you have a strap-on?”
Dana’s eyes shot open.
“What?”
“Not for now,” Samara said quickly. “But later.”
“You want that?”
Samara nodded and said, “It’s another thing I imagined.”
“Me wearing it?” Dana asked as Samara started the slow circles.
“Yes. We were against a wall in some alley somewhere. You just… had to have me, and–”
“Really?” she asked.
When Samara nodded again, Dana moved her hand to Samara’s sex and stroked her fast.
“Tell me more,” she said.
“I can’t, if you’re doing that.”
