Inclined To Help

Spencer was wiping down the table when the knock came. She opened the door and found Maddy standing there, necklace in hand, and the two friends hugged. Spencer asked how the date went. Maddy shrugged and said the guy was a dud. Spencer sighed and replied that her training schedule had kept her too busy for dating at all, girlfriend or otherwise. They talked about the work; Spencer confessed the final exam and her fear that she still didn’t know the bolster massage well enough. Maddy perked up. She wanted to see what it felt like. Spencer offered to demonstrate right then, promising it would be practice for her and entertainment for Maddy. They grinned at the deal. Maddy slipped out of her clothes and climbed onto the table, settling on the bolster so her hips were lifted and spread. Spencer paused. The view shot heat between her legs, but she shoved the feeling away. She started the strokes—long, slow, steady. Maddy melted into the table, murmuring how good it felt. Each sigh made Spencer bolder. Her touches slid lower. Maddy joked that no man had ever worked her this loose. Spencer’s hand faltered for half a second before she spoke. “Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place,” she said. Maddy lifted her head, eyes wide but curious. Spencer offered to be the first woman. They trusted each other with everything else—why not this. Maddy swallowed, then nodded. Spencer eased forward, tongue tracing a wet circle around Maddy’s puckered rim. She licked deeper, tasting salt and heat. Maddy gasped and pushed back. Spencer worked tongue and lips, then sealed her mouth over Maddy’s slick pussy and sucked, soft at first, then hungry. Maddy’s thighs trembled. She reached back and grabbed Spencer’s hair. Spencer kept going, relentless and unhurried, guiding Maddy deeper into a new kind of pleasure.