A touch of lubrication

That was always the line, so far as Izzy was concerned. When past boyfriends or even hookups had asked her to do anything in that region, it was never anything but a firm "No." Thumbs, tongues, or cocks, on her or on them. It all went back to her frustration with the "loophole girls" at her Catholic school, who wanted to think of themselves as perfect virgins even as they let their boyfriends fuck them in the ass in the backseat every morning before the bell. "That's not what that's for," she would say in frustration. Kinks were fine, but she refused to give up that ground.

Refused, past tense.

Izzy nodded, still with her lips around Mina's clit. Whatever you need, she tried to communicate telepathically. If Mina asked her to crawl around on all fours and bark like a dog, she knew, prompting a scalding wave of disgust with herself, that she would do it. Anything.

"Good girl," Mina sniggered. She pushed Izzy's face back a few inches, and her friend struggled for air for a quick second. Izzy almost dove back in right away. She didn't want to be without that taste ever again. She was stopped by a sharp instruction: "Be patient!" And so she lay with her head back against the sofa, taking in the sight of her gorgeous tormentor. Mina was enjoying this. She'd never seen that kind of sadism from her before. Not that it mattered. It wasn't exactly a turnoff.

Mina looked her in the eyes. "I don't want you going off half cocked here, Izzy," she said.

Izzy's eyelids fluttered at the sound of her name. "Okay," she moaned.

"Fuck me with your fingers for a little bit. I want them nice and slick before you put anything in my ass."

Her eyes flickered over to the two men watching. Paul's pants were down, kicked off to the right. He was stroking himself under his boxers. Izzy flushed all over again. God, was this what she was now? Just a show for middle aged men to leer at? "Okay," she said, regardless.

Mina slid her legs a little further away from each other, letting Izzy watch as her lips parted, glistening wet. They practically begged for her touch. She obliged; she lifted her hand to cup Mina's pussy, feeling the warmth for a second before sliding two fingers inside. "Mmph," Mina groaned.

"Fuck," grunted Paul. She hated the sound of his voice. Why do they have to be here? But she knew, also, that this never would have happened otherwise. Mina loved nothing more than to be admired.

Izzy curled her fingers inside Mina. Her friend hummed with glee at each stroke. She rocked left and right on her feet, looking like she could fall over any time. You'd have to jump up and catch her, thought Izzy. There was something storybook about that idea. Storybook romances, at that moment, seemed very trite. She was much happier feeling Mina's walls tighten around her fingers.

"You're fucking good at that, girl," Mina drowsed. "You sure you haven't fucked girls before?"

Izzy licked her lips, refreshing the taste of her on her tongue. "No," she said.

"Well, you've got a long career ahead of you. Maybe I'll have to pimp you out to my friends."

Her ears burned. Still, she couldn't convince herself she was against the idea. Whatever you need, she beamed out into the universe once more.

"I think it's time."