Not by a long-shot

"Are you ready?" Asked Helen.

"Of course I'm not ready!" Rebeca answered. "I don't want to do this!"

"Oh, I think you do," Helen answered stepping uncomfortably close to Rebeca. "I think somewhere deep down, you're loving this."

"I am not! I'm humiliated!"

Really?" Asked Helen. "Then why didn't you take your key and go home? You could have run and covered. And why haven't you fought us when we told you what to do, you could have tried to fight your way into the house when I left, why didn't you?"

"Helen," Rebeca began to say before Helen's hot breath began to bath her neck, as Helen dropped her towel, and her bare breasts pressed into Rebeca's back.
"I'll ask again, why haven't you fought?"

"Becau..." Rebeca began to say before Helen touched her breasts. She started by brushing a finger against Rebeca's now rock hard nipples, which immediately sent shivers down the young brunettes spine.

"Ask me to stop," Helen whispered in Rebeca's ear.

"Helen ple..." Rebeca began to say before Helen grabbed both her breasts and began groping them. A moan of pleasure escaped Rebeca's lips before she was able to stop it. After that only the occasional squeak made it out.

"Helen," Rebeca tried to speak again before the groping grew more intense, stopping any sound but squeaks of pleasure from escaping her mouth.

"Do you want me to stop?" Helen whispered again. "Or do you want more?"

This time Rebeca let out a moan of pleasure as Helen gently touched her vagina. The feeling was unexpected and as much as Rebeca didn't want to admit it, she was enjoying this contact.

"Oh, someone likes that," said Helen. "I wonder if you would enjoy some more?" Even more moans escaped Rebeca as Helen began slowly rubbing her vagina. The moans were getting harder to contain with Helen on the verge of masturbating her.