Free Touch by Marina Anderson Page B

Amber, and Grace could hear the excitement in the other woman’s voice.
    “Amber and Laura will be in charge of the pleasure to begin with,” added David, walking round until he was standing by Grace’s head. “Amber will be working on you, darling,” he added.
    Putting out a hand he lightly caressed her left nipple, which was exposed due to the open-fronted bra. “So exquisite,” he murmured to himself, as she tried to ignore the sensations his touch was causing her. “Remember failure tonight means you can never return for the final test, and we’ll never see each other again. Don’t let me down, my darling,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered at his words.
    With one final tweak of the increasingly sensitive nipple he moved away, leaving Grace confused by his motives for so cruelly arousing her in advance of the trial while urging her not to fail.
    Amber now took David’s place at her side and looking down at Grace she smiled. It was not a reassuring smile. Gently she touched the younger woman between her thighs, two fingers sliding inside the opening of the crotchless thong.
    “My goodness, you’re already very wet,” she commented. “Clearly you’re eager for a climax, so I’ll try to make this nice and quick for you.”
    Quick was exactly what Grace knew she didn’t need if she were to have any hope of winning the trial, but as Amber’s lubricated fingers moved slowly up and down the soft, damp tissue beneath her outer sex lips in a slow, steady rhythm, Grace started to make tiny mewing sounds of pleasure.
    She heard Amber laugh, and now the blonde woman’s other hand was at the base of Grace’s gently rounded belly. She pressed the heel of her hand firmly against the soft skin above the pubic bone, while letting her fingers splay out and down so that she could trap Grace’s swollen clitoris between the resulting V.
    Grace could feel her breasts swelling and despite herself her hips moved urgently on the soft cushions beneath her. Her body craved this orgasm and no matter how hard she tried to control herself the need for release grew and grew.
    A hot, liquid sensation filled the base of her belly, and immediately Amber’s fingers pressed down harder against the area surrounding the clitoris while at the same time increasing the pace of her other two fingers moving up and down the damp inner channel.
    Still Grace tried to delay the moment of orgasm, struggling not to let herself climax. She thought she was succeeding but then felt a pair of strong male hands beneath her thighs, lifting her up slightly, and she guessed that David, who knew her body so well, had joined in to make it even more difficult for her.
    Amber’s fingers stopped their movement, allowing the newcomer to lightly skim his tongue along the frantic, pulsating flesh. When he swirled it around the edges of her swollen, needy clitoris Grace couldn’t hold out any longer. With a scream of delight she let the pleasure flood through her, sobbing with the pleasure of such long-delayed release.
    Her body continued to shudder for several seconds, until finally the spasm was over and she fell back against the bed, well aware that next to her Amy, although whimpering with excitement, had not yet had her first orgasm.
    “Andrew has a clever tongue,” said Amber, looking down at Grace. “You’ll need a few minutes to recover, so I’ll leave you for a moment while I find a toy for you.”
    Only then did Grace realize it wasn’t David who had finally caused her body to spasm in such ecstasy. For a moment she lay quietly, but when she realized that Amy was making tiny sounds of excitement and gasping for breath as her twin worked on her, Grace discovered the sound of the other girl’s rising excitement was arousing her once more.
    She felt deeply ashamed. She’d never had another woman touch her intimately before, and now that it was happening, combined with the sounds of another woman reaching orgasm so near her, her body was