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Emily gulped, her body seemed to deflate a little from shock. “Um, touching?” Was Dawn going to…touch her? Or expect her to return the favor? Every fiber of her body recoiled instantly at the thought. Except…for maybe one or two.

Whoa. Oh
God
.

The
awareness
of those one or two more adventurous fibers, arriving with a tiny hint of curiosity that made the crux of her thighs pulse, shocked her more than anything in her life had up to now and made her breath hitch. Could she? Could she want that?

“I’m going to show you the joys of touching yourself,” Dawn said, appearing in the doorway in a sexy bra and panties a moment later. Made of red lace with black ribbon trim, they hugged her snugly—thin black bows at both hips held the panties on. The tight bra barely concealed her nipples and revealed exactly how large and round and smooth Dawn’s breasts were.

“Um…” Emily began, lost. The truth was, her whole
body
was tingling now—with excitement. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t control it. At least Dawn wasn’t suggesting they touch
each other
, but Emily’s flesh still felt strangely supercharged, sensually energized in a way it never had before.

Dawn calmly smiled. “Here’s where you work on relaxing again. Sip your drink.

And don’t look away from me. Get comfortable with things that are sexual.” She moved in long, graceful strides to a plush red chair across from the couch where Emily sat sipping her hot chocolate madly. “Nothing turns a guy on more than watching a woman touch herself. It’s the ultimate erotic act for them.”

Emily drew the mug down from her lips. “Then, um, shouldn’t we start with something a little tamer?”

A thick laugh escaped Dawn’s throat and Emily wondered if her nipples were showing through her sweater. “No,” Dawn answered. “Because once you’ve mastered
this
, the rest is easy. Get comfortable with touching yourself intimately and it will be easy to touch Simon that way, too. Learn to understand what your body needs and it will be easier to get it.” She grinned. “Now, sit back, relax and watch. Don’t be afraid, or 32

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embarrassed. Pretend you’re just watching this on a screen, by yourself, in the privacy of your own home. Then, later, you’re going to go home and do this yourself, okay?”

Fat chance. But Emily was numb. “Okay.”

Sitting down in the soft red chair, Dawn spread her legs wide and ran her palms sensually up her inner thighs, then lifted one shapely leg to drape over the arm of the chair. Emily drank her hot chocolate, then bit her lip. The spot between
her
legs throbbed still more now, and when she felt the urge to look away, she took another drink instead and forced herself to keep watching.

Dawn smoothed splayed fingers up over her lace undies, then her silky, white stomach and onto her ample breasts. As she slowly kneaded, massaging them, she leaned back her head and sighed. Her eyes fell shut, her mouth went lax. And Emily’s chest turned heavy, warm.

Opening her eyes again to peer over at Emily, Dawn reached behind her with both hands and, a second later, the bra loosened around her. Emily held her breath, for the first time in her life curious to see another woman’s breasts.

The lace dropped away to reveal perfect round orbs, large and beautiful, that Emily thought might have been augmented. When Dawn met Emily’s gaze, then took her bared breasts back in her hands, tweaking the dusky nipples between thumb and forefinger, Emily’s
own
breasts seemed to swell within the confines of her sweater. At this point, she
couldn
’
t
look away—she hadn’t the power. She watched, transfixed.

Aroused, curious, wondering if she could possibly ever touch
herself
that way, and if she could, could she do it in front of Simon? Did it feel good? Was Dawn’s body humming right now, as Emily’s was? Was it as arousing to touch yourself while someone watched as it was to be the one watching?

From there, Dawn dropped her hands to one hip. Sensually licking her upper lip, she slowly, teasingly pulled the black ribbon tied there. The panties loosened and Emily waited impatiently as her friend reached toward the other side. When the lace fell, 33

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revealing Dawn’s vagina, Emily sucked in her breath. All the hair had been removed! It was so very on display! Pink flesh surrounded her soft, white skin.

“Do you ever touch your pussy, Emily?”

Oh damn, she was supposed to be thinking of it that way—as a pussy, not a vagina.

“Um, no.” Her gaze remained riveted on Dawn.

“You have to. Tonight. As soon as you leave here and go home. Promise me you will.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “Um…okay.”
But I don
’
t really know how
.
Like Simon touches
me
?

Only she need not have worried—she should have known Dawn was about to show her.

Her friend slowly dragged her middle finger, tipped with a bright red nail, through the damp pink folds at her center. “Mmm,” she purred.

Then she used
two
fingers, gently stroking, stroking, before concentrating her attention at the top of the open slit, on the clitoris. The clit, Dawn would surely call it, though. Emily tried to think of it that way, too.

Dawn rubbed two fingertips in rhythmic circles over her swollen clit and Emily found her own pussy burning more and more anxiously now and wished she could touch herself, too. She couldn’t, of course—but at least she’d just thought of that part of herself as her pussy, so that was progress.

She watched raptly as Dawn continued to finger herself, her eyes falling shut again as she let out a low moan. Before long, she clenched her teeth, her self-caresses turning more fevered. Emily took a long chocolaty gulp of her drink, aware that the heady feeling of intoxication was making it much easier to watch, and to feel. Her pussy throbbed against the heavy seam of her blue jeans and she just barely resisted the urge to move around in her seat.

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Dawn’s breath came heavy, hot, the only sound in the room—and Emily’s entire body felt imbued with still more of that new energy, an arousal unlike any she’d ever experienced.

“I’m gonna come,” Dawn informed her, still breathing heatedly. “I’m gonna come hard.”

And then she cried out—a short, loud sob followed by a series of low moans that made Emily’s stomach contract with the intimacy she’d just unwittingly shared with Dawn. “Oh my God,” she whispered, taken aback by it all. Such a private act, and yet she’d been there, witnessing it, getting excited by it.

Slowly, Dawn’s body seemed to relax, until she finally opened her eyes and refocused on Emily with a smile. “Was it good for
you
?”

“
Amazing
,” Emily uttered.

“So you see how incredible it feels to watch. Just think of
Simon
feeling that way, watching
you
.”

“Oh, I
want
that for him, because…wow, it
did
feel incredible. So hot and intoxicating and…” She trailed off, realizing she was gushing about how great it had been to watch Dawn climax. Dear God. She was
so
not a lesbian—what was happening to her? “Only, I mean…”

Dawn tilted her head, looking relaxed, happy, indulgent. “What
do
you mean?”

“Just that I’m…not into girls…that way.” She was shaking her head.

As usual, though, Dawn simply laughed. “Doesn’t matter. Sex is sex. You can’t choose what arouses you. People work way too hard defining things like that, trying to analyze what every sexual reaction means—and fearing them. When they
should
just be enjoying themselves.”

Emily sighed. “I wish I could be so…free about it all. Even
half
as free.”

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Naked, Dawn rose and walked to the sofa, kneeling on the carpet to place both hands on Emily’s knee. “Tonight you’ll go home, get yourself off, and realize how wonderful it is, and you’ll be a big step closer to sexual freedom.”

Emily looked down into Dawn’s green eyes, and more honesty erupted. “I…I’m not sure I
can
. Make myself come, I mean.”

“Weren’t you paying attention? I hope you were watching exactly what I was doing with my fingers—both for your sake and for Simon’s.”

“I was.”
I definitely was
. “I just…don’t always have orgasms very easily. Sometimes, sure—but other times, I just…can’t quite get there.” When Simon had made her come that night a couple of weeks ago, the speed and ferocity of it had been downright shocking—and that wasn’t the norm.

Dawn drew back slightly. “The same old trouble? Feelings of it somehow being wrong?”

Emily tried to examine what she so commonly felt. “Something like that. Sometimes Simon touches me and I climax and it’s great. But other times…I just can’t feel what I’m supposed to. And the harder I try, the worse it gets. And I guess, yeah, it feels…shameful or something to…to become so…heated, to…lose myself that way, even for just a few minutes.”

Dawn squeezed Emily’s knee and the sensation shot to the crux of her thighs. “Poor baby,” she said, looking truly sad for her. “You just have to change your mindset. You have to know that there’s nothing shameful in sex, or in getting off. You have to teach yourself that. You have to pretend you’re learning about sex and orgasm for the very first time and then form new opinions, new feelings about it. Do you think you can do that?”

“I…can try.” Given what she’d just let herself sit and watch, maybe she
could
do things she’d never thought she could before. She let out a sigh, though, still thinking of orgasms. What if she gathered the courage to touch herself in front of Simon, but then couldn’t come? It would feel like the ultimate defeat to get that far and not be able to go 36

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all the way. “I’m still…worried about coming, though. Or…
not
coming, as the case may be.”

Dawn pursed her lips thoughtfully. Then she reached up to take the warm mug still in Emily’s grasp, lowering it to the coffee table next to her own. “Tell you what, honey.

You go lie down on the chaise, okay?” Dawn pushed to her feet, taking Emily’s hands in her own.

“Why?” Emily murmured, letting herself he drawn up from the sofa.

“I’m going to go throw something on and I’ll be right back. Then we’re going to work on relaxing you.”

Emily nodded. Relaxing was good. And surely easier than watching Dawn

masturbate.

So she pushed to her feet and meandered to the velvet lounge. Lying back, she took in the view of the city and the Ohio River beyond. A stark winter-white sky turned the whole scene slate-like, pale and cold, making her all the more relaxed by the warm atmosphere of the room.

When Dawn came back, she hadn’t put
much
on—a short, slinky red kimono tied in front and stopping high on her thighs. She smiled. “Relaxed?”

“Trying to be.”

Really, she thought she
was
beginning to calm down inside. Sure, she remained a little aroused by what she’d just observed so unexpectedly, and all this talk of sex and thoughts of being naughty with Simon—but the brandy was making it all too easy to sink fully into the luxurious chaise.

“Good.” As Dawn stepped behind the plush lounge, her voice became even more soothing than usual. “Now close your eyes, Emily, and hear my voice. Concentrate on my words, nothing else.” With that, she began to slowly, deeply massage Emily’s neck and shoulders. The kneading sensation echoed through her like fingers of heat.

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“Oh, that feels good,” she moaned. Her muscles were stiff lately from too much time at the computer combined with toting heavy shopping bags and wrapping gifts.

“Like we discussed before, we need to teach you to relax and just feel, not think.

Just let your body take in the sensations being delivered to it. Just let yourself do what feels good.” Her voice dropped a bit lower then. “Watching me, for instance. Watching me touch myself felt good to you. Being able to see it, see my body, my expressions, my actions.” Emily had admitted early in their conversation that she always turned the lights out for sex. “Visual stimulation is an important factor in arousal, Emily. The body is a beautiful thing, both the man’s and the woman’s. Again, there’s nothing wrong with letting your body feel what it wants to feel. Especially if you have a sexy guy you love to do it with.”

Emily voiced the thought that broke through her semi-relaxed state. “The problem is, I guess I’m afraid that…he has this idea of who I am now, and what if he doesn’t like me as a wild, sexual woman?”

Dawn’s chuckle flowed over Emily warm and confident. “Honey, I’ve yet to meet the man who doesn’t like a wild, sexual woman.” Then she paused before adding, “Do you remember, in
Grease
, when Sandy changed into a bad girl at the end? You still liked her, didn’t you?”

“Actually, I thought she was abandoning her true self to please a guy.”

Dawn laughed again, a more full-bodied sound this time. “Okay, fair enough. But the difference here is—you
want
to be sexual. It’s
in
you. You’ve told me so. And just remember the look on Danny’s face when he saw the new Sandy. He was thrilled—

finally, she was everything he needed her to be. And if deep inside, you’re
already
everything Simon needs you to be, you have to let that out. You can’t waste another minute that you could be having hot fun with him, making him happy and growing closer all at the same time.” Dawn’s fingers still moved rhythmically over Emily’s shoulders, her touch beginning to stretch down over her collarbone.

“You make this sound easy.”

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“Given where you’re coming from, no, it’s not easy at all. But it’s worth it. If you don’t open yourself up, you might never really be happy.”

Emily let out a long, heavy sigh. Dawn’s last words had just hit her square in the gut. Not just because she’d lose Simon if she didn’t open up, but because she’d never really get to know her true desires, the things she really wanted. She’d never be the whole woman she could be. “You’re right, Dawn—you’re so right. I want to let go of all this silly baggage. I want to pleasure Simon. And I’m going to.”