At that, I could feel her tugging. She was a fifteen year old masturbating in the same bed as her fourteen year old friend. More than anything after that, more than wanting her to feel what I just felt so we could talk about it and understand it together, I wanted to know what it felt like for her, what it felt like to have my finger inside her. I guess that was why I never planned ahead. “I think it would too but I don’t want you to have to push inside me.”
“I don’t mind, I mean, uh,”
“No right or wrong,” I said firmly to her. No matter what she did, I needed her, especially during my pregnancy. “And Ean actually fit that thing of his into this smallest hole?”
“I know, he had his finger in there too before.”
“How did he get it in?”
“You have to really really relax. I broke past the point of being an equal to her own sister and moved above. We were both frozen.
