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Caroline reached for Enid’s jeans, undid the button and zipper, and took a step back to look at Enid with an artist’s eye, taking in her body not because she desperately wanted to touch her, which she also did, but because she wanted to take note of every plain and curve, mark, and shadow to capture it all in her sketch.

“I changed my mind a little. Take off your bra, but leave your jeans on. Shoes and socks off.”

“What?” Enid asked. “Babe, you’re naked. Bed. Draw whatever you want later. I–”

Caroline kissed her slowly and let it build until she was backing Enid up against her desk chair. She placed both of herhands on Enid’s shoulders and pushed them gently until Enid was sitting down and reaching for Caroline’s hips again, trying to get Caroline to sit in her lap. Caroline knelt in front of her and removed Enid’s shoes and socks. Then, she spread Enid’s legs and moved her undone belt just so, leaving a peek of Enid’s white underwear through the open triangle in her jeans.

“Bra off,” she said again and stood up.

“Caroline, let me touch you.”

“We have all night,” she replied. “Trust me, I want that, too, but let me do this first. Please.”

Enid finally nodded before she pulled off her bra and tossed it to the floor. Caroline licked her lips because Enid’s breasts were so fucking perfect, and her rosy nipples, which were hard right now, clearly wanted Caroline to touch them. Caroline really wanted that, too, but she had started this, and she was going to finish it. Her sketchpad was on her desk, so she reached for it and moved to Viv’s bed, where she sat and looked at Enid, who was breathing hard.

“Turn to me,” she said as she opened the sketchbook and took Enid in. “God, you’re sexy,” she added, gripping her pencil a little too hard. “You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one who wanted to do this.”

Caroline smiled up at her. Then, she looked down at her sketchbook and started with a rough outline, ignoring everything but Enid sitting in her chair with her legs spread and jeans open for her.

“What do I do?” Enid asked.

“Sit still,” Caroline replied with a smile. “Lean back a little. Act like you don’t have a care in the world.”

“Oh, I havemanycares right now,” Enid argued. “I care that you’re naked, and I care that I’m really turned on and–”

Caroline tilted her head and told her, “Slide your hand into your underwear.”

“What?” Enid asked with a little laugh.

“Just do it,” she replied. “But don’t touch yourself. Hold it there. I want to draw it.” Caroline continued to sketch. “And your other hand should go on your breast. Thumb and forefinger on your nipple.”

“Care, you’re killing me here. Is your plan to murder mebeforewe have sex?”

Caroline smiled, but watching as Enid’s right hand slid inside her underwear made her swallow hard. Then, Enid’s other hand moved to her breast, and she cupped it first and massaged it for a few seconds, causing Caroline to shift a little uncomfortably.

When Enid put her thumb and forefinger on her nipple and gave it a squeeze, Caroline let out, “Shit,” and drew even quicker.

“Are you wet, Care?” Enid asked.

“Of course, I am,” she replied, looking up at Enid and back down at her drawing in progress.

“So am I,” Enid told her before her wrist disappeared beneath her underwear. “I’m soaked,” she added.

Caroline gasped and continued to draw, trying to focus on the shadows of Enid’s face and not at all on the fact that Enid’s fingers were probably about to start stroking a swollen clit.

“You sure you want to keep doing that?” Enid asked. “I might finish before you do.”

“Don’t you dare,” Caroline warned and met Enid’s eyes with her own. “Stay still.”

“But my fingers want to move…”

“Jesus,” Caroline said to herself.

“I don’t care about Brooke,” Enid said.

Caroline looked up at her.

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