A very personal question

Everyone eventually sits back down in the living room, and it doesn’t take a genius to tell most of the women here are worked up and are trying their hardest to hide that fact.

Sarah in particular feels a bit antsy about the whole thing. While on one hand, she would much rather not be naked and slightly aroused in front of her friends, but she doesn’t hate this feeling. The feeling of being so casual with each other that they could do and ask anything and the others wouldn’t bat an eye.

And the object of Sarah’s desires is, of course, Emily. She’s learnt so much about her over the course of a couple of hours. Every little embarrassing and intimate question she answered sent shivers down Sarah’s spine.

It was like a high to her, something she could tell is slowly getting her addicted. Her red cheeks, her hesitant gaze, the way she squirms in her seat, the meek and nervous voice as she’s **** to divulge her secrets.

This is an addiction, and Sarah desperately needs another hit!

“But what do I ask? Do I want to go any farther than this?” Sarah thought to herself. She doesn’t want to go too far and scare Emily, but she knows there’s more things she can reveal.

She takes a couple moments to think of a question just daring enough for Emily, and not long after, she might’ve found the perfect ice breaker into more **** territory.

“Emily, truth or dare?” Sarah asked.

“Truth…” Emily said in response.

“When’s the first time you masturbated?” Sarah asked with a deadpan expression.

Emily’s cheeks grow a dark crimson, causing Emily to hide her face with her hands. Her cheeks were as hot as the sun upon contact.

Sarah stares at the flustered girl beside her, feeling her own cheeks warm up. She never looked this embarrassed before, besides stripping down to nothing during the first or second round.

Part of Sarah was worried, both for poor Emily and herself. “Was the question too strong?” Sarah thought to herself. There’s now stopping her from leaving, even though she probably would have done that way earlier on.

“You… don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable, Em…” Sarah said, trying to comfort her friend.

Emily uncovers her face to stare back at Sarah, her face still completely red.

“It’s not that I find it embarrassing…. Well, it is, but… I don’t want you all to think I’m weird,” Emily explained with a sense of sorrow in her voice.

“Weird?” Sarah said in shock. “Em…. No one will think you’re weird. There’s nothing weird about that kind of thing,” Sarah said with a caring smile. She takes her hand and rubs Emily’s back, trying to reassure her.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you all uncomfortable,” Emily said, expressing her worries.

“Nah, it’s fine. Pretty much every woman has masturbated once at least!” Yuri explained.

“Yeah, plus it’s not like we haven’t seen aplenty personal parts of ourselves, today. Nothing to really be scared about,” Casandra said, seeing the irony of the whole situation.

Emily looks back and forth between her friends, he blush slowly going away as she hears their support.

“See, there’s nothing to worry about. We’re still your friends after all!” Sarah said, giving Emily a bright smile.