Sophie could not stop thinking about what happened at Vanessa’s house.
Every night she lay in bed remembering Vanessa’s mouth on her, the way her fingers felt inside her, and the soft words she whispered. Her body ached for more. She touched herself quietly under the covers, but it was not the same. She wanted Vanessa’s hands. Vanessa’s mouth. Vanessa’s voice telling her she was a good girl.
Three days later, Vanessa sent her a message.
‘Come to my place tomorrow afternoon. I have the pool ready. Just us. Your mum thinks we’re going shopping. Wear something easy to take off.’
Sophie’s heart raced as she read it. She replied with one word: ‘Okay.’
The next afternoon, Sophie told her mother she was going out with Vanessa. Clara was happy and waved her off without suspicion. Sophie drove
