Jamia shifts, pressing her thighs together. This had seemed like a better idea, well... before she started to sober up. Lyn had been so insistent that it would be a great bonding experience or whatever, and then there was that whole argument for feminism and claiming the circle jerk for the female sex - it had all sounded so reasonable.
Now that they were actually here, and she needed to take off her pants, it was a little intimidating. It also didn't help that she was the only one wearing pants. Lyn had just slipped her panties off under her skirt and Alicia had done some kind of slippery move with her tights, leaving her in just her shirt, which was long enough to be a dress anyway.
"C'mon, Jai, don't be shy." Lyn says, flashing a scarlet smile.
Jamia fights a blush, but undoes her pants, deciding not to take them off in favour of just getting them open. "So do we just...?" She asks, her voice coming out uneven.
"Um, yeah, I guess." Alicia says, then her her hand disappears under the hem of her shirt.
Lyn is less shy about it; she eases up onto her knees and flips her skirt up. Jamia's not sure where to look, if she's even supposed to look. She focuses instead on wedging her hand down the front of her pants. There's not really enough room to do much, but she's wet anyway. She's been wet since Lyn brought the whole idea up, even more so when she realised they were actually going to do it.
She huffs out a breath when her fingers finds her clit, her face flooding warm when a small noise escapes her lips. She closes her eyes, just feeling it for a few moments. She so wet, so fucking hot. When she opens her eyes again it's to a view of Lyn's fingers, shiny with her own wetness as she touches herself. Jamia lets out a breath and averts her eyes.
"It's okay, you can look." Lyn says, her voice gentle, a little rough. Jamia looks back and Lyn shifts a little, spreading her legs wider. "I don't mind."
"It's kind of the whole point, isn't it?" Alicia adds, creeping the hem of her shirt up higher, until Jamia can see her hand pressed between her legs.
Fighting a fierce blush, Jamia nods, and takes off her pants.
If she's going to do this, she might as well do it properly.
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Jamia shifts, pressing her thighs together. This had seemed like a better idea, well... before she started to sober up. Lyn had been so insistent that it would be a great bonding experience or whatever, and then there was that whole argument for feminism and claiming the circle jerk for the female sex - it had all sounded so reasonable.
Now that they were actually here, and she needed to take off her pants, it was a little intimidating. It also didn't help that she was the only one wearing pants. Lyn had just slipped her panties off under her skirt and Alicia had done some kind of slippery move with her tights, leaving her in just her shirt, which was long enough to be a dress anyway.
"C'mon, Jai, don't be shy." Lyn says, flashing a scarlet smile.
Jamia fights a blush, but undoes her pants, deciding not to take them off in favour of just getting them open. "So do we just...?" She asks, her voice coming out uneven.
"Um, yeah, I guess." Alicia says, then her her hand disappears under the hem of her shirt.
Lyn is less shy about it; she eases up onto her knees and flips her skirt up. Jamia's not sure where to look, if she's even supposed to look. She focuses instead on wedging her hand down the front of her pants. There's not really enough room to do much, but she's wet anyway. She's been wet since Lyn brought the whole idea up, even more so when she realised they were actually going to do it.
She huffs out a breath when her fingers finds her clit, her face flooding warm when a small noise escapes her lips. She closes her eyes, just feeling it for a few moments. She so wet, so fucking hot. When she opens her eyes again it's to a view of Lyn's fingers, shiny with her own wetness as she touches herself. Jamia lets out a breath and averts her eyes.
"It's okay, you can look." Lyn says, her voice gentle, a little rough. Jamia looks back and Lyn shifts a little, spreading her legs wider. "I don't mind."
"It's kind of the whole point, isn't it?" Alicia adds, creeping the hem of her shirt up higher, until Jamia can see her hand pressed between her legs.
Fighting a fierce blush, Jamia nods, and takes off her pants.
If she's going to do this, she might as well do it properly.