A visit from Johanna Mason

Katniss woke up shivering.

Her bedroom floor was cold and without a sheet, she had been completely exposed to the cool air of the apartment. Stretching and standing up, Katniss shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing her sides as she tried to warm up her naked body.

"Happy birthday, Katniss."

Katniss screamed and spun around, throwing her hands across her body.

Johanna Mason was leaning against the wall, grinning at the shivering, naked girl, relishing her embarrassment.

"J-Johanna!" Katniss exclaimed, blushing. "W-what are you doing here?"

"You didn't think I'd forget your birthday, did you?" Johanna slowly sauntered over to the naked girl, who hastily tried to shuffle backwards. Her legs collided with the couch and Katniss tumbled over it, landing face up on the cushions. Before she could move, Johanna was on top of her.

"Let's see how frigid you really are," Johanna whispered in the naked girl's ear. Katniss tried to wriggle free, but Johanna was pining her down. The older girl **** her tongue inside Katniss' mouth, one hand teasing her breasts while the other dropped to the birthday girl's pussy.

"Wow, you are tight, aren't you?" Johanna whispered in her victims ear. "Let's see if we can't loosen you up."

"Johanna, no-o-o...oh!" Katniss moaned as the clothed girl inserted one finger and then squeezed in another.

She'd never experienced anything like this...someone else's fingers pushing their way inside her, extracting her juices, edging her closer to that elusive orgasm. Perspiration broke out over Katniss' shaking body, her breasts heaving, bare feet twitching with anticipation. Oh God...it was coming...she'd forgotten what it felt like...

But buried underneath the waves of pleasure, a voice was screaming at Katniss. What was it saying?

TV, you're on TV!

Katniss' eyes snapped open as she realised what was about to happen.

"Johanna, no!" With her strength fading due to the crippling tidal wave of pleasure that was about to engulf her, the naked girl somehow managed to squirm out of Johanna's embrace, kicking her way free and curling into a ball on the far side of the room, her heart still hammering in her chest and her loins bellowing in frustrated fury. That was far, far too close.

Johanna felt a pang of sympathy towards the naked, crying girl. To not even be allowed to masturbate in private...no one should have to experience that. Still, Johanna had thought Katniss would have been proud and confident enough not to care who was watching. She grinned when she realised that her rival was nothing but a scared little virgin.

Johanna hated President Snow as much as Katniss did and really should put aside their differences to help her out of this **** she was living in.

But surely she could have a little fun with her first?