Maybe she could take a little bit longer...

Decisions are funny little things, because once they're made you can't go back. That's what makes them important.

Nineve's lingering within her acolyte cell was a decision in and of itself.

Stepping out of her panties and kicking them to the side, Nineve left her dress rolled all the way up her shapely bared buttocks and groin, and ran her fingers over the soft tuft of protective hair. So soft... So smooth...

And wetter than she'd thought. Sure enough, when she sunk her fingers a little deeper her trimmed, clean fingertips met with dewy, swollen lips at the roots of her moisture laden hair.

Oh! ... It was so warm! Her virgin pussy--er, private area--radiated heat into the palm of her hand. It never felt like this before. Forming her mouth into a petite 'o' shape from the initial shock, her fingers were suddenly compelled to do something that they'd never felt compelled to before: dig a little deeper. She had a little time, after all. She was just becoming acquainted with her body, and exploring this new... heat. Yeah. That's it.

While she knew this line of thought was rationalization, and rationalization was next door to sin, she was decided: she'd touch, just a little, and then stop.

Just a little never huts, anyway.

She met her own green eyes in the mirror and felt the pink and silky inner texture, only daring to skim her trembling fingers back and forth, first to the soft impression of where she instinctively knew no object must never press too firmly, and then to the apex of a swollen hooded clit.