“No.” Wellesley’s pulse pounded. “I’m not comfortable with that.”
“Do it anyway.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what it’s like to have s*x with you.”
Wellesley’s heart stopped. Her lungs quit breathing.
Jenna set the light down. “You’ve never been with another woman, have you?”
“What are you doing?” Wellesley took a step back, but the bed was closer than she thought. She fell, and Jenna sat beside her. “I thought you’d be uncomfortable. Why are you...?”
“I don’t know. You’re just... you look so beautiful, naked.” Jenna tickled Wellesley’s thigh with her fingers. “Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
Wellesley’s c**k spoke for her. She forced a chuckle, trying to make light of her nudity. “Well, it never does that for me.”
“You should say that in your show.” Jenna ran
