Erin lets Kristie encourage her

They settled on Erin’s bed, while Erin sat cross-legged near the headboard. Kristie sat beside her close enough that their knees were brushing, full of excitement and affection. Chet leaned back on his hands at the foot of the bed, looking every bit the part of cocky and relaxed, but expectant and ready to follow their lead.

There was a silence, as if everyone was waiting for someone else to speak first. Kristie was the first to break it, grinning. “Okay, Erin, you’re in charge. Whatever you want to ask, try, or just… feel out, you get to decide. No pressure, but this is your night.”

Erin hesitated, blushing. “It’s just weird to think about, I guess. I mean… actually doing stuff. I don’t know where to start.”

Kristie nudged her shoulder. “Okay, so start with something small. You can ask for anything. Or you can just watch. Or you can tell Chet what you want to see or feel. He’s literally here for it.” She gave Chet a playful look. “Isn’t that right?”

Chet smirked, stretching his arms out. “Name it, and I’ll make it happen. I’m all yours. Research, experimentation, whatever. You’re the boss, beautiful.”

Kristie reached out, brushing a stray curl from Erin’s face. “What are you most curious about? We can try something easy. You liked having your hair played with, right? Wanna try more touching, or see what feels good?”

Erin hesitated, clearly uncertain, so Kristie gave her a reassuring smile. “Let’s try something that’s gonna need to happen anyway,” she murmured. “Perhaps it’ll be better if you’re not buried under a pillow and a shirt you’re swimming in.”

She reached out and gently tugged at the hem of Erin’s oversized sleep shirt, her eyes asking for permission. “Can I?” Kristie asked, voice soft.

Erin swallowed, feeling her cheeks flush, but she nodded. “Yeah. Just… don’t laugh, okay?”

“Never,” Kristie promised.

With slow, deliberate care, Kristie slipped her hands under the edge of the shirt and eased it up, baring Erin’s thighs, then her hips, her stomach. Inch by inch, Erin lifted her arms, letting Kristie pull the shirt over her head, until she was left in nothing but a plain pair of panties, using her arms instinctively to cover herself.

Kristie just smiled, dropping the shirt onto the floor. “You look beautiful, Erin. Seriously.” She slid a hand down Erin’s arm, coaxing her hands away.

When Erin’s arms finally fell to her sides, her small but perfectly shaped breasts came into view, revealing the perky, tight and upturned nipples. Kristie had seen her bare like this before, when changing together but this was different. Erin’s cheeks burned, her eyes glancing nervously to where Chet stood, suddenly hyper-aware of his attention. Her breasts might have been nothing more than a handful, but their shape was lovely, drawing the eye even as Erin tried to shrink away from the exposure.

Kristie’s tone softened, encouraging. “Let us look at you. You should get used to people wanting to, because you have the best little tits in the world!” She leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss on Erin’s shoulder, then running her palms over her friend’s skin, down her back, and over her waist, until Erin let out a shaky breath and relaxed a little more.

Chet waited patiently at the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes locked on Erin. “You’re in charge, beautiful. You want more, just say the word. If you want Kristie to keep going, or want me to try something, I’m ready.”

Kristie continued her soft exploration, with a low whisper. “Tell us what feels good, okay? You’re allowed to just enjoy it.”

Erin was still nervous but growing more curious, and she let herself lean into the touch as the goosebumps broke out down her arms. Kristie let her hands trace little paths along Erin’s sides. Her fingers moved lightly, causing Erin’s breathing to go a little deeper.

Chet stayed where he was, leaning back a little more and watching the two of them. His expression was open and waiting, giving Erin room to settle into the moment instead of rushing her.

Kristie tilted her head, looking Erin over like she was studying every tiny reaction. “Start with this,” she said quietly. “Tell me what you like when someone touches you here.” Her thumb brushed just beneath Erin’s breast, teasing the skin.

Erin inhaled through her nose, raising her shoulders. “I don’t know. I mean… I haven’t really done this with anyone.”

Kristie softened her touch a little. “Then we figure it out together.” She cautiously moved behind Erin, reaching around her, with her legs on either side of Erin’s. Her palms traveled up again, this time running over Erin’s ribs and stopping right under the underside of her breasts.

Chet watched her intently, taking note of each of Erin’s responses. “You can tell her to stop or change anything,” he said. “Or tell her to go higher. Or tell me to come closer.”

Erin’s voice came out small. “Maybe… a little higher.”

Kristie smiled and slid her hands up, cupping Erin gently. Her thumbs brushed the upward point of each nipple, and Erin’s breath held after a sharp inhale at the contact. Her eyes shut and her mouth parted. A quiet sound climbed up her throat before she stifled it.

Kristie leaned in close enough that Erin could feel her warm breath as she whispered in her ear. “There you go. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Erin’s cheeks were a deep pink when her chest pushed into the touch in reflex. Her hands hovered near her thighs, feeling unsure of what to do with them. She kept trying to look anywhere except at Chet, but every time her eyes moved toward him, he was watching her with open interest.

“Erin,” he said, soft enough not to jolt her. “You can tell me where you want me.”

Her lips moved before her words came. “Maybe… you could come closer. Not… touching yet. Just… here.” She gestured faintly toward the bed in front of her.

Chet crawled forward, settling on his knees. He kept his hands resting on his thighs, staying far enough back to not crowd her. “Like this?”

Erin nodded, breathing out in a shaky rush.

Kristie adjusted her grip, moving her hands in small circles. Her thumbs swept the edges of Erin’s nipples again, using a little more pressure. The reaction was instant, and Erin’s hips tilted forward. Then her head leaned back until it rested on Kristie’s shoulder.

“Mmm,” Kristie murmured. “There she is.”

Chet watched the change in Erin’s body with intent focus. “You like that,” he said, in quiet acknowledgment.

Erin swallowed, hearing her own voice tremble. “I… think so.”

Kristie grinned. “Think? Honey, your whole chest just pushed into my hands.” She grazed her thumbs once more, and Erin’s legs pressed tighter together. “Yeah. You like it.”

A tiny sound escaped Erin’s throat, but she didn’t try to hide this one. Kristie brushed her lips along where Erin’s jaw curved to her neck.

“You want more?” she asked.

Erin looked down at Chet and for the first time she didn’t look away. Her voice barely reached a whisper.

“Maybe… both of you.”

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