Nancy uses her fingers.

"I want it," Lacy said. She was almost breathless. The fact that Jack and Nate were still in the room was a bother, but she couldn't stop thinking about Nancy. It was like Nancy was a light bulb and she was a moth. She needed that heat. "Can I have it?"

"You can have whatever you want," Nancy said. Her voice was almost clinical. That fake kind of friendly that you hear from McDonald's cashiers. It threw Lacy for a second, but just a second. Her legs were shaking now. She wouldn't ask Nancy to stop for any reason.

As Nancy hiked up Lacy's dress, Nate pushed the camera closer to her face. He had turned the viewfinder around so that she could see herself. She looked nervous. Stressed. Or at least, she was shaking so much that someone who didn't know what was going on would probably think that she was nervous. Nancy's head appeared in the corner of the screen and Lacy felt the other woman bite down on her shoulder. She released a moan, but it was only the beginning. Nancy's slight fingers brushed against her underwear and Lacy actually squeaked.

"Is this what you want?" Nancy repeated.

"Yes," Lacy breathed.

"Tell the camera what you want," said Nate. His face had disappeared for Lacy. She could only focus on the camera and Nancy.

Into the camera, Lacy made herself clear. "I want you to touch me."

Nancy cupped Lacy's tenderness in one hand through her underwear, with her thumb resting against Lacy's clit. Lacy shivered again and moaned. "Touch you like this?" Nancy said.

Nate took a step back to better capture what was happening between the two women, but Lacy couldn't take her eyes off the camera. She still didn't know what this tape was for, exactly, but the camera was like an enticing eye. It was all the attention she needed. Well, that and Nancy's.

Nancy rubbed her through her panties and she groaned out loud. She rested all her weight on the other woman, and Nancy proved that all those days at the gym hadn't been wasted. Everyone in the room could have heard that squishing sound, the sound of wet fingers. Pleasure and excitement washed over Lacy like a wave.