Page 56 of Hotter in the Hamptons

Aly sighed.

Lola could tell she was winning.

“If you’re horrified, you have to tell me,” Aly said.

“I promise I won’t be,” Lola said. “But sure, I’ll tell you.”

“Well, in that case,” Aly said. “Go forth.” She tugged off her underwear, leaving her sports bra on.

Lola reached down and touched Aly’s soft mound of pubic hair. Aly moaned, and Lola grinned. This poor girl had gone so many days without release.

She tickled the hair lightly and then gave it a little tug before walking her fingers down, finding the place where Aly was open and swollen. Despite her nervousness, she found Aly’s clit quickly. She wondered how anyone could miss such a thing; all those dudes who claimed to not know where Lola’s was were clearly just not trying very hard. She flicked her fingers across it and then, imagining whatshewould want, began to rub it vigorously.

Aly immediately bucked, shouting, “OW!”

Lola pulled her hand back as though she’d touched a flame. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. What did I do?”

Aly was laughing nervously, her hands over her face.

“Oh my god,” Lola said again. Panic and embarrassment rushed through her. How had she fucked up so quickly? Should she quit while she was ahead, or would launching herself into the sea suffice as punishment? But no, Aly trusted her with this. She was going to fix it. “Tell me. Tell me what to do.” She pulled Aly’s hands down.

“Okay,” Aly sighed. “I think we need an anatomy lesson.”

“I think you’re right,” Lola said.

They lay side by side. “Okay, so all vaginas are different, right?” Aly said.

Lola giggled.

“I’m serious,” Aly insisted, but she looked like she was trying not to laugh too.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m listening.”

“So yours has a pretty substantial clitoral hood.”

“It does?”

“Yeah,” Aly said. “Feel it. Like, that piece of skin? It’s like it’s wearing a hoodie. So you like a lot of pressure, because your clit is underneath that skin, unless I were to pull it back while I fuck you, and then it would feelreallyintense.”

“Huh,” Lola said. She felt around herself. “I didn’t realize that not everyone had that.”

“Well, they do, but again, they’re all different,” Aly said. “As you may or may not have felt, my clit is bigger than yours. And it has less of a hood.”

“Show-off,” Lola said. “Big Clit Energy.”

Aly rolled her eyes and smiled. Lola knew she really needed to stop making jokes, but she could feel the nervous energy bubbling up beneath the surface.

“Did you feel it?” Aly asked.

Lola shook her head. “I really wasn’t on it for very long before I hurt you.”

“Well, that’s because it’sreallysensitive. It’s totally exposed.”

“Huh,” Lola said. “I had no idea.”

“I know,” Aly said, a wry smirk on her face. “So how about you just do exactly what I say?”

Lola nodded quickly, obedient, nerves abandoning her as a rush of electricity shot to her core.Hot, she thought. She may not know intuitively how to please Aly, but she was good at following orders. She liked it in fact. A lot.

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