I’M NOT A LESBIAN…UNTIL HER 4

Clara’s fingers were still gently stroking between my legs, spreading my wetness. My body trembled against hers, but the fire inside me hadn’t died. If anything, it burned hotter.

“Clara…” I whispered, hiding my face in her neck.

She kissed my forehead, then tilted my chin up so I had to meet her eyes. “Don’t hide from me, Rose. That was just the beginning. Tell me how you feel right now.”

“So good,” I breathed. “But I still want more. I feel empty when you stop.”

Clara smiled, dark and satisfied. She pulled her hand away slowly, making me whimper at the loss. “Then...