IA Day 8 - Yes

Amy can see right through you... You can't say no, because then you have to lie here like this, and she will know... and you can't say yes because...! You just can't! Your face is so red. You cover it with your hands and kind of nod.

Amy laughs quietly, rubbing your thighs.

"You're cute," she says, but your whole body is burning with embarrassment, you barely hear her.

Her slippery fingers gently touch you between your legs, one fingertip running gently up your slit. You shiver and keep your hands covering your face, trying to stay quiet, but your body trembles.

One of her hands rubs the thick curls of hair on your mound, and the other slowly goes up and down between your legs, spreading your juices over your puffy, swollen lips down there. You are breathing hard. Her finger slides up toward your clit, and without thinking about it, you lift your hips off the table, going with her... she laughs and uses her other hand to push you back down... then presses down just above your pubic area, sending new, interesting sensations flooding between your legs. She presses her left hand into your soft skin, below your belly but above your privates, and her right hand is being more intimate. A finger slides inside you and you shudder and curl your toes.

"Shhhh..." Amy says gently as she presses down above your mound and gently strokes the upper wall of your vagina with one finger. She's not touching your clit... that is how you always get yourself off. These feelings are newer and weirder, coming from somewhere deeper inside. You bite your palm and feel tears in your eyes. You feel like you are going to pee... but you are too breathless to tell her to stop.

It's frustrating because she won't speed up, but it still happens... it just takes a long, agonizing minute to get there. Your back arches and your insides squeeze her finger as your legs shake uncontrollably. Your body's numb and you're dizzy, feeling like you are flying...

"Ahhh..." you let out when it ends, going limp on the table, legs spread and damp with sweat. Your hair is covering your eyes, but you see Amy withdraw a dripping hand from between your legs. She shakes it off, then dries it with a towel.

"How do you feel now?" she asks, pushing your hair out of your face.

You can't speak. You feel woozy.

She gives you a few minutes, then wipes you down with a towel to get some of the oil off... but you still need a shower. You take one, and then rejoin the team.

Motoko explains that you have the afternoon off, but you are still not recovered. At lunch, you finally feel normal again... until you look at the Pink Team table. You see Riley talking to one of her teammates.

Your face turns bright red. You can't believe you did that. Oh no. What if Riley finds out?

She looks in your direction, smiling. You pretend not to see her and eat, starting to sweat.

After lunch, Riley texts you to see if you want to hang out since you both have a free afternoon. You panic and tell her that you can't.

At the cabin, Adella sees you sitting on your bed.

"Are you OK, Sweden?" she asks.

You nod quickly, hoping she can't see your guilt.

"You look stressed," she says.

Can everyone see how you look stressed?! That is all anyone ever says! But you are clenching your hands, and your knuckles are white... it's pretty obvious.

"We're going shopping before the event tonight," Adella says kindly. "You should come. Maybe it will help you take your mind off things. That's what it is, isn't it? You are nervous about tonight?"

Motoko did say something about an event tonight... you don't even know what it is. Normally that would make you nervous, but right now you just don't want Riley to find out what you let Amy do... well... are you and Riley a couple? You aren't... would she care? You don't know. You are not a couple, but... you know... you and she are still...

Adella sees the steam coming out of your ears and takes your hand.

"Come shopping," she says. "You need to get out of the cabin."

"OK," you agree.